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christiwhitson:

Jamie reached into his pocket and retrieved a tiny slip of paper, still bearing the bit of wax that had adhered it to the medicine bottle. It was still legible, and the sight of the words, ‘Ginger Root,’ penned in an elegant feminine hand sent an ache of longing through his bones.

How many times had he read the neatly affixed labels in Claire’s surgery at Leoch or the storeroom at Lallybroch? Ginger was something she’d kept handy in Paris, when the pregnancy had made her too ill to eat a decent meal. He knew her hand as well as he knew his own, but…

She had promised.

She’d 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 him that she would return to her own time, to a husband who would love and care for her and the bairn. It had been the only reassurance he’d taken onto the field with him at Culloden, and he had clung to it like a lifeline until he’d no longer needed to. Until he’d 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 to die.

𝘕𝘰, his mind whispered as his eyes traced the letters again. 𝘋𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.

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