April 30, 1676 In the Year of Our Lord

I cannot sleep. It has been three nights since my body has rested itself. Mr. Hoar is gone back home, to tell the council of the decision of my master and to express his terms to them. I am so afraid of the unknown. I am afraid of the littlest detail not coming together for my deliverance; it is often that God leaves us in the dark when deliverance is nearest. Thoughts of my time spent with these natives threaten to become reality for the rest of my life. I have no news of late of my children and no real confirmation that Joseph will be able to pay the twenty shillings. I pray that God's will be done, yet I will that His and mine be aligned. I want so much to be home and rid of these woods; to live amidst the friends I once had.