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Francesca has a hunch, silence is not an option when Michaela Stirling is around. "Have you seen Miss Stirling tonight? Has she gone to bed already?" "Did Miss Stirling not inform you?" The maid wondered. "Of what?" She mumbles. "She has packed her belongings and left." For a moment, the world stills. The candlelight, the soft rustle of the maid’s apron—everything suspends. Francesca cannot move. She cannot think. She can only feel the now familiar, suffocating sense of loss settle over her again. Michael too, must think something is broken in her. On the far edge of the ton, Michaela sits rigidly in her carriage, watching the night sky blur past the window. She wonders whether John is there watching over her. Grieving is certainly draining, but Michaela cannot help but be consumed by guilt. Guilt for leaving Francesca alone despite her promise to stay in Mayfair. But deeper still, guilt for the quiet flutter she felt when Francesca’s hand touched hers in the parlor. If fleeing to the farthest corner of the earth is what it takes to silence her own wicked mind, then she will flee. Even if it means breaking her promise.

Fics like Grief-bound Tension

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