It has been a year after Thomas and you left Allerdale Hall in the middle of the night,just a goodbye letter on the neatly folded bed that you shared for Lucille. The letter contained both of your handwritings,mostly Thomas letting out his frustration and trauma from the abuse caused by Lucille.

Thomas and you found solace across London,miles upon miles away from Lucille,enjoying your marriage and lives,starting a family.

The home you owned in the city now filled with love,and not terror as Allerdale Hall,and Thomas' Clay company was doing extremely well. Obviously. The solid gold jewellery,luxury clothes, and bags didn't summon there. Thomas worked hard for this,for you,for your child.

"Have you been in pain,my darling?"

Thomas asked,looking up at you,gesturing to your large pregnant belly as you sat on his lap,his eyebrows furrowing in concern. The large revenue paperwork for his Clay company forgotten, the second you stepped into his office. The large sum his company made in the last three months that he needed to cash out could wait.