3:17 AM, February 1907 - Bemidgi, Minnesota
She stood staring at someone she had loved. Glancing down at the papers that had fallen from his satchel when she accidentally knocked it off the table, she just stood there stunned. How could she have been so terribly wrong?
She didn’t have time to calm herself as he came walking into the room. She looked up at him with her feeling of disgust clear on her face. “How could you be involved in something like this? I just don’t understand.”
“What are you doing with that,” he screamed at her as he grabbed back the documents. “How dare you violate my privacy?” He pushed the documents back into his satchel and firmly secured the lock.
“Privacy has nothing to do with this. This is evil.” Looking at him with her eyes now open to see him for what he really was. She gasped. “My God,” she said, as the reality suddenly struck her. “You are evil. This is what you’ve been up to all this time.”
“Evil?” he snarled at her. “You think this is evil? What do you know of evil?” His fist swung up to her jaw, and she fell backward against the bed. He stormed toward her. His fury was so great he felt he would explode with it. She had ruined everything. He couldn’t leave her alive now.
She was crying and trying to fight him, but her heart was broken and fear had her paralyzed. No one had ever raised a hand to her before. Her face hurt so badly where he had struck her that she thought her jaw might be broken. She was unable to think straight from the shock of her discovery and this violence from someone she thought she knew so well.
The rage on his face was outside her experience; her late husband had been such a mild-mannered man. This man, her lover, was out of his mind with anger, and she had no idea how she was going to protect herself. She had to protect herself to stay alive and protect Katherine.
But as the realization hit her that her daughter’s only chance lay in her hands, she also knew she was not going to survive this night and would not be able to save her. As she was losing consciousness, her final thought was, “Run Katherine, run my darling
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