Dearest Zeb,

There will be no divorce. I’ll grit my teeth and bear being the wife of that bastard.

I know I can trust you to keep his dread secret, and I know I’ll take it to my grave. But it’s so hard. Everyone calling him a pillar of the community, all of that, when he knows what’s he’s doing is most foul. If I had but known before I married him, the vows would never have taken place.

You’re the only other person who knows. If his mother found out frankly I doubt it would phase her, but my children would be horrified to learn their father is a slave trader.So many souls, so many ruined lives, all due to him.

If I didn’t have to think of the children, I’d marry you in an instant. The love I bear you does not depend on any physical intimacy.

I can only hope you may find consolation in that while I am married to Shaemus, I love only you.

Yours til the moon no longer shines,

Abigail