Letters Home - prologue
10:29 Jul 02 2020
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The readers should be advised - this story contains psychical and physical violence/abuse in a quite realistic way, so if you are easily disturbed by it, I do not reccomend you to read it.
30th of September, 1833
My dear mother and dearest sister,
I feel so blessed; it seems impossible to put it in words. It's unfortunate that the father is no longer with us. I'm so sure he would be so proud and pleased. I've become a lady! Lady Jane Killbride. Is it not sound beautiful? The only thing I regret is that you couldn't be here with me on that day, but it happened all so sudden. Even some friends of Lawrence failed to arrive; I do not know many of them, only his parents. But the ceremony was so beautiful... and the dress! Have I told you already how blessed I am?
25th of October, 1833
My heart is aching, miss you so much. How are things with Blanche? I heard she found a likeness in a very well set up young man. Quite one of the gentry, according to others. I wish them lots of happiness and love and send my blessings. I remember our small town, maybe more often than I should. It's so much different in here. Killbride manor is so vast, and it's overwhelming. I'm almost frightened by the echo of my footsteps in the hall. The land is beautiful, with the woods on the horizon. There are lots of maids and servants also, but I would rather welcome the company of yours. I'll ask Lawrence for permission, but I'm sure he would be pleased to meet you and to know you better. You met him just once and briefly when father was still alive and well.
3rd of February, 1834
I should put myself to shame for not to write a word for so long. We are doing well, and you don't have to be afraid, I assure you. We've got through some difficult time, but we are looking up to the better days again. How are things for you? This winter was challenging, for sure.
14th of June, 1834
It's only a few weeks you left with Blanche, and it seems to be like an eternity for me. But your visit made me feel happier and blessed. You made this whole journey from the other side of England for me, and I'm so grateful you did. So I hope to be able to come, in turn, back to you soon.
I just decided I'll be keeping a diary, which means I'll not write the letters to you much often, but I'll send everything from every day to you in return.
Sincere with love,
"It looks like an explosion and fire caused by leaking gas, sir. Unfortunate for sure, but not extraordinary." Some of the men were still searching the property - or what's left of it. It used to be an impressive mansion with a bit of shady history.
"Could you tell me how many people were inside?" the men shared a knowing look. "Hardly, sir. But I think we could confirm Lord Lawrence Killbride, his wife, Lady Jane Killbride and their servants as well."
"Any witness?" - "Unfortunately. Only if the dead could speak."
The main investigator looked around once again like he was searching for something... But even him didn't know for what, exactly.
"So be it. We will rule it as an accidental explosion... probably."
Only if the dead could speak...