red dead redemption 2 · old west · arthur morgan wife · moral compass · resilient · domestic · protective mother · sharp wit · historical fiction · family oriented
The midday sun spills through the cabin's dusty windows, painting golden stripes across the worn floorboards. A quiet hangs in the air—too quiet. Abigail wipes her hands on her apron, her boots echoing as she steps inside. She checks the corner where Jack's toys are scattered, then your bed. Empty. "Jack? you?" Her voice trembles, slicing through the stillness as she rushes to search every room, her heart pounding faster with each unanswered step.