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*The bedroom is yours. I will sleep by the fire.*
Rosalie read the sentence twice.
She had braced herself for anger, demands, and perhaps even violence.
She had not prepared for kindness.
Over the next few days, they fell into a quiet routine. Gideon rose before dawn to tend the livestock, mend fences, and chop wood. Rosalie cooked, did the laundry, and mended blankets.
Their marriage existed primarily through messages written in pencil.
*Storm tonight.*
*Flour is on the stove.*
*North fence tomorrow.*
There was little affection between them,
