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Loving anyone was hard, especially if you weren't already betrothed or engaged, in Union in 1666 but everything was especially hard if everyone thought you a witch. Sarah loved Hannah and Hannah loved Sarah but no one thought of their love as normal. The two girls had to sneak around together: dancing around fires, high on berries with their friends. Everything was perfect until Thomas found out.
Sarah was never afraid with Hannah. Being with her just felt so right, they had shared many stolen and secret kisses over the time they had known each other. They both knew it was wrong; but if it was so wrong, why did it feel so right.
Everything went downhill after Hannah’s father, Pastor Miller, had fallen ill. Hannah had thought that their sins had corrupted and had hurt the pastor. When Hannah had been caught, Sarah didn't want to leave her but she knew she had to. So she did. She ran to the house of Solomon Goode, she knew she would be safe there. Well, she had thought very wrong.
‘Running away is easy’
Sarah had worn her most covering clothes and ran. She ran past Union and ran to Solomon’s house. He had hidden her upstairs as they banged on his door looking for the ‘witch’. She had hid in the cupboard as they raided the house but she had found more than she knew she should have.
‘It’s the leaving that’s hard'
Seeing Hannah in those chains, half dead, had broken Sarah’s heart. Why would a mother let her child be hung, god even help the people trying to hang her only daughter.
‘Running away is easy, Running away is easy’
Solomon had caught her in his cave and had chased her. He had shown and explained to her what he did in his rituals to the demon, sacrificing a person every few years. He had cut off her hand and gave her up. He let her be hanged because she knew his secret. She knew the Goodes would do this for centuries to come, no one else would ever know the truth.
‘It’s the living that’s hard’
Sarah wasn’t going to let Hannah die. She had to confess, there was no other way; if she was a witch or not, it didn't matter. Her Hannah wasn't being hung on her account. She could see the hurt on Hannah’s face as she confessed to poisoning Hannah’s and the pastor’s minds. She saw the way Hannah fell crying as she was pulled upwards by the chains and that had broken her heart but there was nothing she could do. The last thing she saw as she took her last breath was the love of her life on the ground sobbing.
‘And loving you was easy’
Loving Hannah was easy for Sarah with Hannah’s beautiful smile, the way her eyes lit up when she saw Sarah, how much she loved her father and the way she lit up a room every time she walked in.
Loving Sarah was always easy for Hannah with Sarah’s soft smile, the way Hannah always caught her looking away after staring at her and the way she’d do anything for her brother or her friends.
‘It was you leaving that scarred’
The night Sarah was hung replayed in Hannah’s mind for the rest of her life. She had cried to herself every night because ‘it was her fault, was it not?’. When her husband had left her alone with the children, She told them stories of Sarah Fier but she had told them the truth. Unfortunately, the children had heard the lies before Hannah could tell them the truth. It had hurt, hearing her children tell the lies of Sarah. Hannah knew Sarah Fier was not a witch, she was just a silly little girl who fell in love with the wrong person. As Hannah laid on her deathbed, at the old age of 37, she heard the talk about how this should've happened to her all those years ago. In an effort to comfort their dying mother, Hannah’s children had told her the lies in the story of her beloved Sarah. She had wanted to tell all her children one thing before she went, she said, “My children, I would never be disappointed in you nor would I be ashamed of you, so please, do what I couldn’t. Please, be yourself and never let Union get in the way of that. I want you to pass that message down to all of your children and grandchildren, please. Now, tell me the story of the witch, Sarah Fier one last time.” And that is what they did. Hannah passed hearing her true love's name, waiting to be reunited.
All of Hannah’s bloodline had kept their promise, except one. That one being Mary Fraser. Sam’s grandmother had told Sam the message of her Pilgrim ancestor but her mother never had. Sam’s mother might not have but Sam made sure she did.
Sam was so thankful for Hannah and Sarah that she made sure she did. Sarah and Hannah were at peace now, they were together and they were never to split again.