Summer 1835 – A Well Traveled Inheritance

Bellamy took another swallow of wine. “It’s not my curse. It cannot be. I’m not English blood and I’m not a Thompson. I married the middle son but I quit him soon enough. I left him and his family name back across the sea.”

I swallowed from my own cup. “I would guess you took something of the Thompsons’ with you. Did you take it with intention or by a twist of circumstance?”