CROW,

If giving yourself to another needs forgiveness then I beg for yours in return. My husband is less than kind with me, and he doesn't hold back from getting what he wants. I do not blame you or hate you for what you have done, and the gods do not hate you for it either. If you loved her I understand, how can you love a woman like me who is unreachable?

I fear I will never love this man and that I will live a life of fear and hatred and pain. And in the deepest parts of myself I will only long for you, which will be torture in itself knowing I cannot have you.

I have begun planning an escape, a way to leave this place and get away but I know that it is but a fantasy. The scorned cannot escape hell for it is boundless, and this place is the hell I am bound to. I relive that night in my head over and over, the way your brother reached out for me to help him, the way they ushered me away so that I may not watch my family bleed. The only family I have ever known.

I will leave this place, either in death or in an escape but it will happen...and soon. I cannot bear to be here much longer, and I fear that they will expect a child from me soon. I can only do so much to prevent this, and I am running out of time before they find out that I am working against these wishes. I hope you understand this.

CATALINA