1872 A.D
“Jacob, are you sure you should go? Father said the villagers have been acting so strangely these past few weeks. And I would hate for something to happen to you.” His thumb caressed my cheek as he looked upon my face. My hands rested on his woollen coat; the fabric was rough and scratchy under my fingertips.
“Try not to worry, my love. Diana would not want to see you so unsettled. I promise I will be careful while I am gone, and I shan’t be long. Hyram is busy working at the church today. Most of the sick are there, but he has promised to ensure my safety.” I nodded.
“Very well. Just, promise you will return if things get too dangerous. So many of our friends have become unwell with this sickness and being so far out of town has had its advantages. It is not something I hav
