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They were gone.
They were all gone.
The world that that I had come to belong to and believe was my destiny had disappeared with a roar and turned to dust with a push through the rocks that had sent me through them almost four years prior and now I had lost it all.
There was nothing for me here.
Nothing but a promise I had been forced to keep.
The thought of returning to the husband I no longer knew would even want me brought to mind a night in Paris when there was still hope of a fool's mission.
How could I have been so foolish to believe that we could change the history of the world with my limited knowledge of history and our wits?
A fool's errand, built on romantic notion that weren't at all practical.
And now, there was nothing.
They were nothing.
My husband- my second one, the one who held my heart- was dead and so was our daughter.
Two hundred years gone.
Him at Culloden and her- had she gotten away?
Had Murtaugh been able to spirit her away to Paris and Louise as we had planned or was she collateral damage at only two-and-a-half years old?
And I was here.
At the base of Craig Na Dun, another promise dying on my lips.
To wait till dawn came until I made my way back to Inverness and the life I'd begin there for myself and the child I carried….
