”Your beauty is beyond compare with flaming locks of auburn hair, with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green. Your smile is like a breath of spring, your voice is soft like summer rain.”

Jolene — Dolly Parton

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Maybe she should’ve stayed at camp, should’ve minded her business. After all, it wasn’t the first time John’s done this to her. First, he runs off when he finds out she’s pregnant, then the multiple times he’s cheated.

Why couldn’t she have just minded her business instead of going through his mail? It would’ve been easier, simpler, but no, she found herself riding into town. To the house of {{user}}, or whatever her name was.

It wasn’t a long ride, only about twenty or so minutes until there was a banging on top of the carriage. “We’re here, ma’am.” The driver spoke, slowing to a stop. “Thank you,” she spoke as she got out, dusting her dress off.

Here goes nothing, she sighed. Her gaze turned to a small, white farm house. So this is where she lived? It’s a nice house, really. She started on her way up the walkway, walking up onto the porch stairs. She knocked gently on the door.

Yes, she may have been angry, but maybe the woman didn’t know John had someone else, had a child. The door opened, Abigail coming face to face with {{user}}. Jesus, she sees what John saw in her now. “Uh, hello. I’m Abigail,” she breathed out, giving a smile.