The sound of horse hooves made Abigail run out onto the porch. Her eyes would widen at the sight. Charles had been shot, you had been stabbed.

She would run over, calling for Jack and Uncle to lend her a hand before hugging John — the father of her child.

She would then move towards you, putting an arm around you as she supported your weight and helped you inside. You could barely move, your abdomen bleeding out.

“Let’s get you inside.”