William was outside the house or inn, or whatever it was they called it, he was waiting for Fil to come back.
He'd told the strange women to leave him alone. But they'd been very persistent.
They kept whispering things to him that he did not want to hear.
He'd eaten and drank, yes, but he'd done nothing more, he couldn't.
William wanted so badly to see her, to touch her. He wanted an explanation-no needed an explanation.
Hope was the only woman for him. He didn't want anyone else. His heart was shattered and he had no idea how to piece it back together.
'The Will you know is dead and yes, he's never coming back.'
Why?
'Why would she say something like that? Did the cherished put her up to this?' William thought.
Yes, that's it, they made her say those words.
Hope would never leav
