( ✱. ) @fate-accursed — abraham : perhaps the worst is yet to come.
the night had perhaps been the longest of her life, and the news that broke come morning, delivered by her brother as she couldn’t stand the thought of bearing witness to her neighbor’s fate, had left no shortage of pure disbelief in tabitha’s chest. but even she cannot deny the dread that lingers in their town, in the very air. though mary now sleeps soundly in her bed, tabitha seems exceptionally restless.
whether reverend carver was correct in his thinking — that little hope could have been infiltrated by some evil, she cannot convince herself that HIS WILL has guaranteed its expulsion. perhaps the chance of that terrifies her more. ❝ it cannot be. surely . . . ❞
but if abraham, of all people, is at a loss for words, then how much hope can there possibly be ? no, she backtracks, that is no way to think — so dim and fatal. though she fears whether there may be truth to the thought, for why else would it have shaken her ? so often it is he who offers his solace to bring her back to shore, but tabitha cannot bear to imagine the tide rising any higher, ALREADY UP TO HER NECK.
❝ what has become of amy . . . she was as god-fearing a woman as i have ever known. or — so i thought, i suppose . . . ❞ the woman frowns, ❝ but, to say, if she was accused of such an horrible thing, perhaps there must have been some truth to it. i can’t imagine where else such a notion could have come from. ❞
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