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Authors: Tricia O'Malley
Tags: Baby, paranormal romance, new adult, witch, International, psychic, healer, beach, Celtic, Pirate, mystical, gaelic
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too sensitive, maybe it's my ability. This is too hard for me to accept. And, I can't live here, knowing that my daughter will be exposed to all of this. What if she is something worse? What weird gift will the cove bring out in her? I need to get her as far away as possible from all of this. I have to give her a chance. A fighting chance at a normal life.
And, I suppose that I need to give myself a chance. I want something more. More than this town has to offer me. I'm going to try my hand at selling real estate. I've been studying for weeks now and I know that I'll be good at it. I need to go. To take this chance. For the both of us.
Just so you don't worry, I've gone to Boston to stay with Cousin Mary. She's going to help me get on my feet. I'm leaving my car at the Shannon airport with the key tucked under the bumper. I'm sorry that you'll have to send someone to come get it.
I...I don't hate you. I really don't. But, I can't understand you. I'm not like you. Please understand that.
I love you and I promise to write. Don’t worry about me, I'll take care of myself and my daughter. She'll have the best life that I can give her.
If...if Sean ever comes for me. Tell him to start a new life without me. I'll raise my daughter on my own. I don't want him near me.
Love,
Margaret
Tears dripped down Fiona's face and plopped onto the paper. Though she had sensed this day was coming soon, Margaret had surprised her. Fiona had never expected her to leave the country. A wave of sadness washed through her. A sadness for what was. What could have been.
A knock at the door startled her. Wiping her eyes quickly, Fiona glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was 9:00 in the evening. Who could be knocking at her door now?
Straightening her back, she went to the door and cracked it open.
Her heart dropped.
Sean stood there, his hat in his hands.
"Ma'am," Sean said, bobbing his head respectfully at her.
"Oh no," Fiona said, shaking her head back and forth.
"What? Oh, please, I know Margaret hates me, but I've come to apologize to her. Is she around?" Sean looked over Fiona's head eagerly.
"Sean. Come in," Fiona said and turned, heading straight for her cabinet that housed her whiskey.
"Thanks, is she here?" Sean said, anxiously turning his cap in his hands.
"Sit," Fiona ordered.
Sean took a seat next to the pile of baby clothes that had fallen from the bags that Fiona had dropped. He glanced at the clothes and looked away. Fiona sighed as she thought about how she would have to handle this.
"Sean, Margaret's gone," Fiona said, deciding on brevity.
"Okay, when will she be back? I can wait," Sean said.
"No. Gone, packed her bags, left town," Fiona said. She watched as Sean's face dropped.
"She went to Dublin without me, didn't she. I knew that I should have come to see her sooner," Sean said morosely.
Fiona poured him a small glass of whiskey.
"She's not in Dublin."
"Where is she?" Sean asked, confusion crossing his handsome face.
"Why don't you tell me what happened first?" Fiona asked and watched Sean's face poker up. She sighed.
"I'm well aware that you had sex with my daughter. Tell me why you left."
Sean gaped at her for a moment before picking up the glass and downing the whiskey in one gulp.
"Um, it wasn't her. I never really wanted to leave her. I love her. But, it was something that happened."
Fiona gestured with her own glass of whiskey for Sean to continue.
"The water. It just glowed. I know this sounds crazy. But one moment it was normal and the next it was shining this brilliant blue light. We ran for our lives. I...I turned on Margaret. Blamed her for it. I left her there to walk home alone," Sean said sheepishly.
Fiona reached out and poured Sean another glass of whiskey. She swallowed a lump in her throat, knowing now that her daughter flew away from her one true love. The cove had been trying to send them both a message.
"What made you come back?" Fiona inquired, bypassing the reason for
And, I suppose that I need to give myself a chance. I want something more. More than this town has to offer me. I'm going to try my hand at selling real estate. I've been studying for weeks now and I know that I'll be good at it. I need to go. To take this chance. For the both of us.
Just so you don't worry, I've gone to Boston to stay with Cousin Mary. She's going to help me get on my feet. I'm leaving my car at the Shannon airport with the key tucked under the bumper. I'm sorry that you'll have to send someone to come get it.
I...I don't hate you. I really don't. But, I can't understand you. I'm not like you. Please understand that.
I love you and I promise to write. Don’t worry about me, I'll take care of myself and my daughter. She'll have the best life that I can give her.
If...if Sean ever comes for me. Tell him to start a new life without me. I'll raise my daughter on my own. I don't want him near me.
Love,
Margaret
Tears dripped down Fiona's face and plopped onto the paper. Though she had sensed this day was coming soon, Margaret had surprised her. Fiona had never expected her to leave the country. A wave of sadness washed through her. A sadness for what was. What could have been.
A knock at the door startled her. Wiping her eyes quickly, Fiona glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was 9:00 in the evening. Who could be knocking at her door now?
Straightening her back, she went to the door and cracked it open.
Her heart dropped.
Sean stood there, his hat in his hands.
"Ma'am," Sean said, bobbing his head respectfully at her.
"Oh no," Fiona said, shaking her head back and forth.
"What? Oh, please, I know Margaret hates me, but I've come to apologize to her. Is she around?" Sean looked over Fiona's head eagerly.
"Sean. Come in," Fiona said and turned, heading straight for her cabinet that housed her whiskey.
"Thanks, is she here?" Sean said, anxiously turning his cap in his hands.
"Sit," Fiona ordered.
Sean took a seat next to the pile of baby clothes that had fallen from the bags that Fiona had dropped. He glanced at the clothes and looked away. Fiona sighed as she thought about how she would have to handle this.
"Sean, Margaret's gone," Fiona said, deciding on brevity.
"Okay, when will she be back? I can wait," Sean said.
"No. Gone, packed her bags, left town," Fiona said. She watched as Sean's face dropped.
"She went to Dublin without me, didn't she. I knew that I should have come to see her sooner," Sean said morosely.
Fiona poured him a small glass of whiskey.
"She's not in Dublin."
"Where is she?" Sean asked, confusion crossing his handsome face.
"Why don't you tell me what happened first?" Fiona asked and watched Sean's face poker up. She sighed.
"I'm well aware that you had sex with my daughter. Tell me why you left."
Sean gaped at her for a moment before picking up the glass and downing the whiskey in one gulp.
"Um, it wasn't her. I never really wanted to leave her. I love her. But, it was something that happened."
Fiona gestured with her own glass of whiskey for Sean to continue.
"The water. It just glowed. I know this sounds crazy. But one moment it was normal and the next it was shining this brilliant blue light. We ran for our lives. I...I turned on Margaret. Blamed her for it. I left her there to walk home alone," Sean said sheepishly.
Fiona reached out and poured Sean another glass of whiskey. She swallowed a lump in her throat, knowing now that her daughter flew away from her one true love. The cove had been trying to send them both a message.
"What made you come back?" Fiona inquired, bypassing the reason for
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