Morrigan paced with an air of nervous excitement as she awaited the arrival of her husband. He should be returning with their daughter any day now. She could not wait to hold her girl in her arms once more, to reassure herself that her daughter was alive and well.
She had been waiting for days now with no word from her husband and with each passing day, her patience grew thinner. What could possibly be taking him so long? Perhaps something had gone wrong. Morrigan dared not think too negatively, refusing to even think of the possibility that her daughter was dead.
