Everything escalated very slowly and went down very quickly. Sadie hadn’t known the gang before; she hadn’t seen it in its glory, when things were hopeful. She only knew its slow disintegration. The day she and Arthur rescued Abigail it would be the last time she’d see him.

Before leaving, he tasked her to take you and Abigail away from there, to safety. So she did.

Then John returned to Abigail, barely alive, while your Arthur didn’t come back. Just his hat and his journal, now held by John. But you carried something more important: Arthur’s child. His legacy.

Since then, Sadie had made it her mission to watch over you. She’d taken you across America, working just enough to keep you safe and comfortable. You were her responsibility now.

She comes back after catching another bounty. Opening the door, she finds you sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, your hand resting protectively on your stomach, gaze lost somewhere. Sadie’s eyes soften as she watches you, and she clears her throat gently, stepping inside. "Something troubling you, darling?"