It was that evening, when everything crashed down on her, that Morgan wept and wept, for her lost innocence, for the child that would be born into a world of such unease, for her relationship with Hunter, for the lies she knew Cal was telling her. Killan wasn't there to hold her as she cried, Hunter couldn't, and she couldn't ask Cal. In the end she stumbled tearfully into her sister's room where Mary K sat reading one of her schoolbooks. As she heard her door open, she looked up and paled.

"Morgan, what's wrong?" Mary K asked, concerned.

"The better question would be, what's right? That would be nothing! Absolutely nothing is right," Morgan sat on Mary K's bed and fell back in exhaustion.

"You'd best start at the beginning," Mary K said, smoothing Morgan's hair soothingly.

Morgan told her about Cal being resurrected, being kidnapped, spelled, the night in the woods, her realization after the fact, her conversation with Hunter, Ciaran's coven, everything.

After she had finished, she opened her eyes to make sure Mary K was still there, she hadn't made a sound.

"Oh my God," Mary K said. Morgan waited for the exclamations of fear, but they didn't come. "That must have been awful for you." And with that, Mary K drew Morgan into a loving hug. Maybe her adoptive family could give her all the things she looked for with Ciaran and Killan.

"You need to talk to Cal," Morgan said softly. "You won't get any rest until you do. Do you want me to go with you?"

Morgan shook her head, "Sean and Mary Grace would kill me if I drug you into this."

Mary K looked like she had been slapped, "Sean and Mary Grace? Since when do you call them that?"

Morgan shrugged, "I don't know. It just seems more natural now."

Mary K looked at her coldly, "I see. I think you should go, we can talk about this later."

Morgan nodded, slightly confused as to why she was being so standoffish, and walked out to DasBoot, directing the car toward Cal's house.