𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐑, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻.

( 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 ) 彡❁ཻུ۪۪༉‧˚₊· ✩
˖°✩·₊̣̇ ｡ﾟ𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐑 ┊𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢.

          𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭." 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 — 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 — 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Sabrina offered her a smile as she took a seat besides her at the table, she gave a small wave to their child, Charles. The child's face with naturally paled with thin wisps of blond hair budding into a cowlick, he poked at his food in an amusingly petulant manner. "Yes, it's so nice to finally meet you," Sabrina smiled and explained what she presumed Grace must have already had known, how she left John after the war and traveled to America.