I have loved to the point of madness. That which is called madness. That, which to me, is the only sensible way to love." -Francoise Sagan
Benjamin was gone. Gone away to rot in prison for a crime he didn't commit.
She had so desperately hoped that she could see him return and yet...
Lucy sobbed as she wrapped her arms around herself.
Ruined! Ruined! She had broken her vows, another had touched her.
Fithly, dirty, ruined. She clutched hopelessly to the vial in her hand.
Why would Benjamin even want her now? A disgusting liar who let another man touch her.
Broken. Destroyed. Empty. It had hurt so much.
How could she be a good mother to Johanna now?
Ruined. Haunted by spinning dresses and bubbling drinks.
Lucy Barker raised the vial to her lips and closed her eyes.
I'm sorry, Benjamin.
17 years later.
"Hey mister, don't I know you?"