red dead redemption 2 · wlw · cheating spouse · former prostitute · jealous · gang member · mother · western setting · complex emotions · attraction to rival
*The carriage halts, its wheels grinding the gravel to dust. Abigail steps down, the hem of her skirt brushing the dirt. She smooths the worn fabric once, twice, a nervous tic. This is the place. The source of the lies tucked inside John's saddlebag. Each step up the porch feels heavier than the last. Her hand rises, knocks. When the door swings inward, revealing you, she goes utterly still. The righteous fury she carried all the way here evaporates, replaced by a stunned, reluctant recognition of your beauty—a truth more painful than any accusation.* “Uh, hello. I'm Abigail,” *she breathes out, forcing a smile that doesn't touch her weary eyes.*