In the Wilkins' home, Agatha sat alone in the dark home, which was silent. Iris had not returned, and the one maid she employed had long since been sent away. None of her old peers or neighbours came to her side, as now her family name was tarnished.
Her search had ended abruptly when men came knocking, demanding answers about the debts. She sat in silence, putting on an act as though the home was empty in hopes they would leave her be. Agatha wasn't ready to face them yet when she was without money.
Agatha rubbed her temple, the faint ache reminding her how swiftly her life had changed. Her husband had been arrested and stabbed, and now her daughter, once destined for a promising season, was missing from her side.
Agatha had no one to help pull her out of this darkness. She was left alone to fend for herself.
"What am I to tell that man?" Agatha muttered, biting her nail, her voice trembling.
