She never found the right moment to ask Philip about visiting her sister. He seemed in a foul mood since he arrival from abroad. Sarah didn’t have the courage to upset him now that she was expecting a child herself. Escaping Temple Buer was a distance chance that Sarah believed would never happen. Philip would never let her go. She was here to stay.
She didn’t see Haruki or even John Hawthorn during the coming weeks. Philip kept a close eye on her, especially when she broke the news of being pregnant. Philip became unduly protective, which she found suffocating. He restricted her from venturing outside among other rules he set upon her. Sarah found them oppressive, finding no relief to her existent life.
As her belly grew, Philip rarely stayed away. He constantly kept an eye on her as any attentive first time father would be, but Sarah found it intrusive. She tried to escape to another part of the castle whenever she could, but she often fail to break free from him.
One night, they were in the den when a knock at the door came to their attention.
“I’ll get it,” Sarah tried to spring up from her chair.
“Aki, will get that,” Philip said without looking up from his newspaper.
Sarah sat back down in disappointment.
The door to the den opened and Officer Crosby greeted them.
“Peter,” Philip stood up to greet the Sheriff.
“Mr. Kent,” the Sheriff shook Philip’s hand. “Don’t mean to disrupt your evening.”
“Not at all,” Philip said. “What can I do for you, Sheriff?”
“To make my visit short,” Sheriff Crosby said, “I just wanted to inform you that the power lines are down. Most of the town don’t have electricity.”
“How did that happen?” Philip asked.
“Someone crashed into a pole, knocking it down,” Sheriff Crosby said. “It should be fixed in a few days.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” Philip said. “I haven’t been able to get into town. I’ve been here taking care of my wife. She’s expecting, you see.”
“Congratulations, Mr. Kent,” Sheriff Crosby smiled.
“You can say that,” Philip beamed.”I was wondering if you can wait for a few minutes to give you that donations I’ve promised.”
“Most certainly, Mr. Kent.”
When Philip disappeared out of the den, Sarah saw her opportunity to make an escape.
“Mrs. Kent,” Sheriff Crosby was surprised to see her.
“Hallo, Sheriff,” Sarah greeted him. She had met the Sheriff a few times before as he visited the castle quite often during the big storm.
“Congratulations on the baby,” Sheriff Crosby said.
“Thank you, Sheriff,” Sarah blushed. “Philip’s been overprotective at times.”
“It’s expected as it is his first child,” Sheriff Crosby said.
“Perhaps,” Sarah said. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m exhausted.”
“Of course, goodnight, Mrs. Kent.”
“Goodnight, Officer,” Sarah hurried upstairs before Philip returned.
Sadly, eight months later, Sarah lost the child. It affected Philip the most. He became violent, and irrational. He locked himself in his studies for days, and wouldn’t come out. She could hear him tearing up furniture, and screaming at someone in the high heavens. Worried for his safety and hers, she called Sheriff Crosby. He was able to speak to Philip, and assured Sarah he was only distraught.
“Grief consumes him,” Sheriff Crosby told Sarah. “He just needs time to heal.”
“And if he doesn’t get better?” Sarah worried.
“He will,” Sheriff Crosby reassured her. “If you ever need me, don’t hesitate to call me.”