She didn't know what the future held, but the constables weren't here for her, no one else seemed to know, she had to take that at some sort of twisted blessing.
Pulling herself out of bed, Chloe made her way to the window, to feel the wind, she closed her eyes against soft blowing air, and sighed. She had to keep it together, keep her head down. She didn't know who knew what, and she didn't want to risk anyone, telling anyone else.
She pulled on her clothes, brushed her dark locks up into a half ponytail, letting the raven locks fall around her shoulders like a shawl .
She slipped on simple shoes, wrapped herself in a corset, pulling the strings enough that she could move but that it could do it's job. She slid on a plain red cotton dress, frayed at the ends, pulled an crisp white apron around her thin waist, and slid on a matching bonnet.
She made her way to the door, and stopped. She had a horrible feeling in the pity of her stomach, as she gaze back out the window. She knew the signs well, how to read the skies.. She turned away from it, taking a breath. She had to weather it, no matter what. Gloomy and grey, warning of a storm yet to come.