Everett Ogden was missing.
Perhaps that was a dramatic way to state it, but it was true enough. He was not in his room, nor was the cat. He was not at his work, though they had received notice that he would be taking a short and necessary leave of absence. He did not hold the world on his shoulders, so nobody minded much.
Truth be told, his world had fallen apart. One page of carefully written words in a familiar hand had profoundly wounded him, shattered his heart, and forced him from the world for a few days. Gideon had found him and brought him home.
Between the silence and the solitude, not to mention the caring company of Gideon and Illiana, Everett had found his bearings again. He landed topsy-turvy, but he landed all the same. It gave him the fortitude to respond to the slanderous tongue of the woman he had once loved. With her self-serving lies, she nearly destroyed him. Everett suspected that it was a crime of convenience, but it was a crime all the same. His family was furious with him.
It was nearly a week before he sat down and penned the letter. It was time to reclaim what was his. Anne had taken his love and left it unrequited. She had taken his family for her own. She had even stolen a piece of his innocence that he could never recover, not after this. That he could never have back, but he would love again, and he would not lose his family to her. Not without a fight.
And so it began.
Perhaps that was a dramatic way to state it, but it was true enough. He was not in his room, nor was the cat. He was not at his work, though they had received notice that he would be taking a short and necessary leave of absence. He did not hold the world on his shoulders, so nobody minded much.
Truth be told, his world had fallen apart. One page of carefully written words in a familiar hand had profoundly wounded him, shattered his heart, and forced him from the world for a few days. Gideon had found him and brought him home.
Between the silence and the solitude, not to mention the caring company of Gideon and Illiana, Everett had found his bearings again. He landed topsy-turvy, but he landed all the same. It gave him the fortitude to respond to the slanderous tongue of the woman he had once loved. With her self-serving lies, she nearly destroyed him. Everett suspected that it was a crime of convenience, but it was a crime all the same. His family was furious with him.
It was nearly a week before he sat down and penned the letter. It was time to reclaim what was his. Anne had taken his love and left it unrequited. She had taken his family for her own. She had even stolen a piece of his innocence that he could never recover, not after this. That he could never have back, but he would love again, and he would not lose his family to her. Not without a fight.
And so it began.