Vincent was twelve when Elizabeth had first met him. His mother had brought him to their house in the city and said that she could not take care of him anymore. Daniel did not even know that he had a son, but the similarities between them were uncanny.
The three of them lived together in the cheap side of the city, in a one-bedroom apartment. Vincent took care of Elizabeth, while Daniel worked at the mill and any other odd jobs he could find. The two children were awfully close for the years that Vincent lived with them. Then when the boy turned fourteen, he received a letter from his mother. She was dying of smallpox. After a long argument with Daniel, Vincent left, and Elizabeth never saw him again.
“Are you sure?” Jacob asked.
“My brother was always kind to me.” Elizabeth held firm to her belief. “No matter what happened between him and my father, he would never turn me away.” Jacob looked over to Robbie as he ran his hand through his hair.
“Go get one of your mother’s dresses. Once she is changed, I am taking her to Burdery.” Elizabeth wiped her eyes before the tears overtook her once more. “As soon as we are gone, I want you to go to the authorities.” Robbie nodded his head in understanding. “Tell them what you know, but do not tell them where Beth is going. We have no idea who we are dealing with. The further away she is, the better it will be for her.”