February 6, 2025 – 7:33 PM
February 2nd, 1895 - Whitby & Co. Printers
It was finally her day off and Sage had spent the morning with Maggie reading and painting and playing. She was astounded by what her daughter already knew and it made her grateful for the job her adoptive parents had done for the first four years of her life. It was a strange sort of feeling, not wanting to let someone down who had been raising her child, but she felt like she owed Mr. & Mrs. Tully for everything they'd done in her absence.
The new routine of her life was starting to settle. Sage was more used to sleeping in split shifts, her overnights now the norm. It wasn't ideal, but there wasn't much she could do about it until Maggie was a little older and more independent, not to mention more comfortable in her new living situation. Her mistakes were already a huge imposition on her family and friends; she was trying to mitigate the disruption to their lives as much as humanly possible. If she thought she could do it and it wouldn't give her away, she would have tried to find a small flat of her own, but it was impossible on her salary. Not to mention there would be none of that plausible deniability they'd been hoping would work their favor as to who Maggie might belong to if Sage took sole responsibility for her.
In moments of weakness, she thought about reaching out to Locke. He would help, she knew it, no matter how angry he was about the whole thing. She'd seen him do it for his other children, Sage just hated to be a burden for anyone. She also worried that it would upset the balance they'd found here and so she was resolute in the decision, even if she sometimes wondered.
None of that was at the forefront of her mind right now though. Maggie had gone down for a nap and Sage, though she'd enjoyed herself this morning, was ready for a little break. She'd had every intention of maybe lying down herself, she knew the circles under her eyes were deep and noticeable, but nobody had said anything. However after Maggie has finally drifted off, Sage had looked at her desk and seen the letter from the Tullys sitting there. She hadn't been brave enough to read it yet, but enough time had passed that she ought to. There were too many people around today, but she knew Tess was out, so Sage slipped downstairs, intent on using her sister's office to have some privacy, but as soon as she went downstairs she nearly ran right into Declan and the letter fluttered form her hands to the floor. "Sorry," she sighed as she bent to retrieve the fallen parchment.
The new routine of her life was starting to settle. Sage was more used to sleeping in split shifts, her overnights now the norm. It wasn't ideal, but there wasn't much she could do about it until Maggie was a little older and more independent, not to mention more comfortable in her new living situation. Her mistakes were already a huge imposition on her family and friends; she was trying to mitigate the disruption to their lives as much as humanly possible. If she thought she could do it and it wouldn't give her away, she would have tried to find a small flat of her own, but it was impossible on her salary. Not to mention there would be none of that plausible deniability they'd been hoping would work their favor as to who Maggie might belong to if Sage took sole responsibility for her.
In moments of weakness, she thought about reaching out to Locke. He would help, she knew it, no matter how angry he was about the whole thing. She'd seen him do it for his other children, Sage just hated to be a burden for anyone. She also worried that it would upset the balance they'd found here and so she was resolute in the decision, even if she sometimes wondered.
None of that was at the forefront of her mind right now though. Maggie had gone down for a nap and Sage, though she'd enjoyed herself this morning, was ready for a little break. She'd had every intention of maybe lying down herself, she knew the circles under her eyes were deep and noticeable, but nobody had said anything. However after Maggie has finally drifted off, Sage had looked at her desk and seen the letter from the Tullys sitting there. She hadn't been brave enough to read it yet, but enough time had passed that she ought to. There were too many people around today, but she knew Tess was out, so Sage slipped downstairs, intent on using her sister's office to have some privacy, but as soon as she went downstairs she nearly ran right into Declan and the letter fluttered form her hands to the floor. "Sorry," she sighed as she bent to retrieve the fallen parchment.