It was a cold winter's eve and Mrs.Hart had closed her shop ready to come home to her husband and tell him about the day. She had given a quiet sigh and hoped that her husband wasn't at The Prancying Pony again and enjoying a drink as he often was. She had thought about going to see but knew better than to stay outside a moment longer on the cold and unstable streets. Pulling her cloak over her face as snow had begun to fall Mrs. Hart walked to her cozy little home that was just a street away. Yet as she walked, something about the night felt amiss and she couldn't quite place her finger on it. She had frowned but swiftly shook the feeling off and once she had reached her house she found the door unlocked, this brought her some relief assuming it was her husband that had unlocked the door and came home. She called out "John, John dear I'm home!" instead of hearing her husband's voice however, she heard another it was no doubt her former apprentice Miss Woods in which she had given a spare key to for emergency purposes "Mrs. Hart I found your husband in the tavern again and my brother helped me carry him home but.. he hasn't woken up from his drunken stupor as he usually does." She heard what alcohol could do to a person if they became obsessed with it but never did she think it would poison her husband so. She placed a hand over her mouth and refused to believe it "No.. no I will not be a widow so soon after a miscarriage!" Running into the Bedroom she found her husband on the bed motionless "John.. John wake up please!" He did not stir or speak the more she shook him the less of a difference it made. Miss Woods walked over to her side and whispered "I'm sorry Mrs. Hart but he's gone and there is nothing we can do." So began a new bitter chapter in her life.
