-Julia's POV-

The next day after arriving outside home, I opened the garden gate quietly and walked upto the front porch knocking gently on the door.
She opened it and was looking quite stunned.

'Dr...?' She appeared to be trying to remember my name.

'Ogden..' I corrected for her with a smile. She still looked quite stunned. She poked her head out her door and looked around to see if anyone was there, I was beginning to become quite confused.

'Are you alright ..?' I asked.

'You shouldn't have come here...' she replied in almost a whisper.

I looked at her in the face, utterly confused.

'Why? Can you help me please your not the first person to say that to me, and I'm so very confused...' She looked around outside again and then very quickly said,

'Alright..come inside..'and she bustled me in quickly.

Her home looked and smelled the same way it did well over a year ago when I was treating William here. She gestured for me to sit down. Close to where I was sat I saw a large stack of newspaper clippings, from the Toronto Express. She came back in holding a cup of tea with her lips pursed in an almost disapproving look at me. She sat, opposite me and didn't say anything for a few minutes, as she drank her tea, staring at me. Then I saw her eyes clock the ring on my finger. And they filled with tears but they didn't fall. We remained silent for a few more minutes when she looked up and asked,

'Why. Why did you do it..?' I looked at her puzzled again.

'...Do what exactly...?' I asked back.

She nodded towards the stack of newspaper clippings.

'Pick up the top one.'

And I did, on the front was a headline that I saw was similar to the ones that were printed in Buffalo.

'RENOWNED DOCTOR LEAVES POLICE FORCE TO JOIN PAEDIATRIC HOSPITAL.'

There was a picture of me on the front shaking hands with Murton when I first joined the hospital.

'Why...did I leave..?' I asked quietly,she nodded tearfully.

There were many reasons I had to admit, some to hurtful to think about now.

'I wanted to heal people.' I said a little quieter than usual.

She shook her head, saying, 'Do you have any idea what you've done..?'I looked a little taken aback.

'Your the second person to ask me that question...No.. I really don't know what I have done that is so terrible..'

She nodded towards the stack of newspapers that were beside me still.

'There's your answer.' she replied simply.

She got up and walked out the room quickly, with both our cups in hand, not quickly enough for me to miss the tear that carefully dropped onto her papery cheek. I turned to the small pile of newspapers. Picking up the fist one, I saw the face of someone I hadn't seen in a long time. It was Detective Murdoch. A smile crept onto my face, as it did whenever I saw him. But it soon disappeared as I read the headline underneath.

'WILLIAM MURDOCH, PRIZED DETECTIVE-MISSING.' Another,

'HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?'

There were caption words placed under the headlines, I read them frantically,

'RUMORS OF SUICIDE AND DEATH'

'TURNED INTO AN ALCOHOLIC'

'SHUNNED HIS COMMUNITY'

'LOVE SICK COPPER'

'LOST HIS MIND'

I could feel my eyes beginning to prick with tears. What had happened to him...? I turned to , and her face was as hard as stone.

'We all know what really happened to him, only because we were close to him...' she said quietly.

My eyes were scanning her face for some sort of explanation some reasoning for his disappearance... All she said was,

'It was you.' I felt my eyes give up the fight of holding back the tears as a single one dripped onto my cheek causing me to look away from her accusing eyes.
I realised she was holding a newspaper in her hands. She slowly handed it to me. I took it with a shaking hand.

'You signed his death certificate as soon as you put on that ring. I knew it, the Inspector at the police station knew it. We all did...He held you in the greatest revelry.. You were his only pride, everything he wanted, dear child, even his eyes lit up with the sparkle of love when he spoke about you! And you still couldn't see it! You broke his heart into a hundred tiny pieces when you decided it would be 'best for him' to leave. What on earth made you think he was even unhappy?' The tears in her eyes had already escaped and made it halfway down her face and her voice took on an almost hysterical tone as she told me.

The newspaper she handed me, was another that surprised me, apparently the news if my engagement had made it as far as here too. Which meant William most definitely knew about it. I never wanted him to find out this way. Was this How he had he reacted...? Become an alcoholic, a drunk? ...maybe... this was all my fault. I needed to speak to the inspector...or George, he would know; they could shout and scream at me all they wanted- I had to know what happened to him.

I bid goodbye and the only look she could muster me was pity as I left. I didn't wait for a carriage- I ran, as much as I could untill I was almost at the police station, my face was wet, had I been crying? I couldn't remember, it felt like my heart was in pieces and that had to hurt so crying seemed inevitable. Once again I pulled he heavy doors of the police station open and was once again met with a scene I wasn't expecting.