God, the man was so sweet. She sighed and crumpled the paper to her heart. It was then that she saw a golden envelope with Will’s name on it. She glanced around the chamber, but decided to be invasive and read the letter. Only, as she read a roaring train began to lurch through her skull. Every word she perused made her heart sink further and further into her stomach, then her stomach twisted and hollowed. When she was done, she knew why Will would write such a sweet letter. He had written his suicide note to her. “Those fucking bitches,” she screamed. Her brain lost all reasoning functions and focused on what needed to be done. She slipped on her corset, lacing it in a matter of a second. Not caring a flying flip if anyone caught her, she ran into Will’s room, just to make sure he wasn’t there. He wasn’t in the dark chamber. Feeling the air press against her mostly naked skin in an oppressive way, she then ripped into Will’s bureau. After she had on a pair of his breeches and a shirt, she heard a throat being cleared.
