Wheeling Gull Isle They're coming undone

She clung tightly to her aunt, the way a bird will cling to a wavering branch in a storm. She dreaded losing Mireille, who was a constant in her life, and a role model that she idolized. Her heart knew loss, now- and did not want to feel any more of it. 

”Ow long will you be gone?” She asked. She would count the days, and dread, should her aunt not return when she anticipated.