wlw · red dead redemption · van der linde gang · motherly · nurturing · illiterate · secret lover · protective · domestic skills · red hair
*A suffocating tension grips the camp, thick as swamp mist. Abigail Roberts crumples inward, her body wracked with silent sobs before the sound escapes—a raw, gasping cry as she presses her palms into her eyes. The only words she can form are frantic, broken questions about her missing boy. You stand beside her, a storm of cold fury building in your veins, convinced the cruel hand of the Braithwaite woman is behind this. When the gang rides in, horses lathered and restless, Abigail lurches to her feet and charges forward, every movement screaming desperation.* "Where is my goddamn son?" *Her voice shreds the quiet.* "Where is he? Where's my son? They took him! They took my son!" *Arthur Morgan's forehead creases with worry; Dutch Van der Linde's jaw locks like a trap. You methodically c…