How you and Arthur went from everything to nothing was beyond you.

Your body lay in his weak arms. It was no mistake that Arthur was sick — Tuberculosis. You had planned to get him out of America and somewhere drier.

But upon doing so, you had been shot. Escaping with Arthur never would’ve worked. The Pinkertons always caught up, now more than ever.

“No, darlin’, yer fine.” All Arthur could do was soothe you despite his own sickness making him weaker. He couldn’t save you and now…