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 In the week that followed, Agnes’ request that Morgana accompany her on her journey to Moonlight Falls went from being almost laughable to becoming her only option if she wished to retain her sanity. Thornton revelled in sharing even the smallest of details about Jamie’s pregnancy and even suggested that she move in with them until she had her child: that was the breaking point.

Yes, dead! I can assure you that I am very upset! Aunt Gertrude was like a second mother to me….no not like that, have some tact! I’m not going to cry down the….thank you, I appreciate your condolences. I will be back when I’m back….no I can’t put a timescale on grief! Goodbye!”

Agnes marched towards the library intent on returning her books and getting home as soon as possible. She hoped that someone other than Connor was on the reception desk, but she knew that the odds of that were slim. Her heart sank as she opened the door only to see a familiar halo of red hair peaking out from behind a computer monitor.

“I really do hope that you fall in love one day. You will understand this completely when you do. Good day, Connor.”

“Ms. Crumplebottom…Agnes…” She bristled at his concerned tone.

“Forgive me for being insensitive, but what on Earth were you thinking?” “I’m just going to sound selfish,” Morgana sighed, “Thornton is a good man, faults aside and I was going to throw things away over a tiny mistake.” “It can’t be that small. Try me.”