[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color]  Wyndham Manor
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	Gerard secured the last of the screws on the latch. Still he could not shake the feeling that something is still not quite right with all of this. He could rightly feel it in his gut. Just the way they were neatly removed from the latch it was as if somebody did it not from the outside, as what a usual break in would have been. It frightens him that somebody from the estate must have done it, Cook, Everrett, Abigail or anyone in the staff. He wouldn't be able to process if one of them might be found guilty of this. 

	Just as he was done, giving the newly repaired window latch a few tests, he heard Abigail call out to him. Looking out the window his heart stopped at the sight of Milli. Without so much as a second to waste he rushed down the stairs and out the door. He heard the tragedy that occurred at Almack's from Lord Ratherford just as he reached outside the front door . As the carriage drove off Gerard hastened towards her, and offered his arms to help up the injured woman. 

	He met her with a troubling stare, [color=a2d39c]"Millie."[/color] he never addressed her with only her first name before, it has always been 'Miss Millie' to him, ever since he worked here. [color=a2d39c]"I'll take her."[/color] He took her from Abby and gently, slowly carried her in his arms.

	She was in tears, blood dripping down from the slits on her arms and on her thigh, soaking her dress in a shade of crimson. Gerard never saw Millie cry this much before and seeing her like this, for the first time, made his weary heart shatter in a million pieces. Who could've done this? Who could've even dared? He wasn't entirely sure what exactly happened at Almack's but he wished he could've been there. 

	While they all walk back inside the manor, Gerard did not exactly know what to say properly at that very moment, or make out the words to at least bring comfort to her. He was never really good expressing with words. Right then, he did not know what else to do, but to just carry her in his arms as they walk in silence, his grip was gentle, warm and comforting around her body. His eyes showed compassion, downhearted as he looked down at her. [color=a2d39c]"It's alright. I'm not going anywhere."[/color] He spoke tenderly, his voiced slightly cracking with emotion.