Emerald Island

If I did get sleep that night, it wasn’t notable – after Cian left, I’d gone to bed, but I tossed and turned until I almost went mad. Checking the time for the fifteenth time, I growled when I saw it was only five. Tossing the cover to the side, I decided to get up; this wasn’t working. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, my mouth was dry as hell. I stood looking out the window, I wasn’t lying when I told Cian they always were walking down there. I could see shadows and branches moving without wind, but after so many years staring out that window it wasn’t scary anymore. I remembered an episode from when I was around seven. Daddy had found me in front of the window at night, I was looking for mum.

“Sweetheart, she isn’t there.”