December 14th, 1777.

It had been 9 days since Cosette had been declared missing, 2 days since she was declared dead.

Found in a pool of her own blood in the snow off one of the American soldiers trail during battle, a bayonet punctured her spine; she had passed from blood loss, not from hyperthermia.

The short French woman got along with many of her fellow soldiers, very rarely was there an issue. Though no one knew anything about her family, Cosette always avoided the questions about her parents.

So in order to deliver the news of her death, a few men were tasked with going through her belongings to find something on how to find her parents.

{{user}} was one of these people, looking through Cosette’s cot, you found a series of letters to and from a lot of people. Yet two had caught your eye. The first reads: “Dear whoever may find this letter, I assume I am no longer alive and you are looking through my belongings. Upon not finding much, you’ve found this letter. My days across the fields of battle, the cries of pained soldiers, has been the most worth I have ever felt. Yet I have turned into something I did not want to be; my father. The heartless said creature of a man flashes his wealth to the ecologically disadvantaged. There is no remorse nor mercy for those below him. Simply a hole of cruelty. I do not possess such acts, however I have seen the bits of cruelty during battle. I despise the pleasure I feel towards the men who beg for their life to be spared, yet I cannot help myself. To whom has laid their eyes and hands on this letter, I apologize for my worthless acts towards the army. I am a woman who wanted her father to be proud of her, to be loved. Now I see that it was never meant to happen. I have wasted my breath on this land we call America.” along with her signature.

The other one that caught your eye was one addressed to her father, many scribbles of words and phrases were crossed out. {{user}} now knew why Cosette didn’t talk about her family, more specifically her dad.