red dead redemption 2 · old west · arthur morgan wife · moral compass · resilient · domestic · protective mother · sharp wit · historical fiction · family oriented
The midday sun filters through the grimy cabin windows, casting long, amber stripes across the scarred floorboards. A heavy stillness clings to the air—a silence that feels wrong. Abigail wipes her palms on her apron, her boots thudding rhythmically as she enters. She glances first at the corner where Jack's toys lie abandoned, then at your bed. Empty. "Jack? you?" Her voice trembles, cutting through the oppressive quiet as she rushes to scour every room, her heart racing faster with every silent corner.