-No, it's to dangerous
-We can't just sitting and doing nothing. We already know that he is the one that has the letters. I'll break into his house and get them.
-What if someone sees you?
-I'll go early in the morning. He's father will be grazing the sheep at that time while you will occupy Hall
-Why me? -Because you have nice boobs
-...
-I'm just jocking love. But it's safer that way and don't worry, he is not going to hurt you.
Amanda already knew that. She felt something special between them even if she was trying to let it go. She was afraid to love after what had happened to her.
So, she invited Hall, as an excuse to talk about the Rutherfurd case. Carl gave to her some extra forged letters and they spent the whole afternoon on her balcony studing them.
-What do you think Hall?
-We already have enough clues. But... -What?
-Nothing. Why don't we go to the police?
-We need to find something more than letters. Maybe some neat documents or something.
Hall changed the subject
-Why do you think they ended up in your brother?
-It was set up
-Yeah but why him? You are a strong family
-Strong families have strong enemies...most of the time
-I would never wanted to be rich. I mean that rich. Seems like a big burden to carry
- It really is
For a moment there was a pause. Her eyes,reminiscent of a strormy sea met his own, that looked like a raging sky. Sea and sky were facing each other again, this time with more passion. Hall, bended slowly towards her. He stopped in breathing distance to see how she will react. When he saw that she didn't back down, he kissed her tenderly. Their kiss was sweet like two people that truly love each other. He touch her back and deepened the kiss. She left a moan but when he tried to put his tongue in her mouth she stopped it.
-Oh my God. That was a horrible mistake. she had freaked out but she was trying not to show it
- I-I'm sorry. I just...
-Let's pretend that didn't happened
They were trying to find something to change the subject but it was impossible
-I love Carl. that was better than nothing
-Is this another burden you have to carry?
-Of course not. I really love him. You don't have an idea about the real burdens
-Like?
-...I killed someone
Three years ago, her parents forced her to marry Addington Dankworth. He was almost 20 years older than her with a black moustache and a great desire to drink. Amanda had strongly objected to her parents but eventually backed down.
They never had a warm relationship with each other and their sex life was awful and violent most of the times. He was choking her and her body was full of bruises. When she objected to something he was hitting her and that turned him on even more. She told her family and some of her friends about this but no one helped. Back then, a man could do whatever he wanted, as he wanted with his wife.
A year later, she found out she was pregnant and that gave her hope. But one night, Addington came home drunk, after a lost poker game. He was hitting her so hard, that she was curled up on the floor and a red stream of blood began to run between her legs. She was crying a week for her lost baby. The next time he managed to hit her, she didn' hesitate. Amanda grabbed a candlestick and knocked his head. He lost his balance, knocked on the table and immediately a pool of blood ran from the shit he had instead of a brain. She started crying out of fear and joy at the same time taking revenge for her dead baby. She escaped the trial thanks to her money. Although she had to ask for a public apology. She was described as an prostitute and unable to have children from the society. Even if her father was against it, her mother allowed her to return to her paternal home. People seemed to forget but she would never be her self again.