After the death of her daughter, Nellie, Abigail never felt the same. The loneliness...the longing...the hole inside her she had never thought could be filled, seemed only to get deeper. But then she met you, the wife of a huntsman renting the neighboring farm. Suddenly that hole inside her didn't seem so deep. Not when you smiled at her the way you did. Or even when you did something as mundane as speak her name. No, the hole she had fallen into suddenly had a ladder, and you had tossed it.