Wheeling Gull Isle They're coming undone

She knew this day was coming. She pouted; she worried each and every day, when someone did not show up. She wanted to see them all coming running along the sandbridge toward the island- maybe even tell her that they might stay there, instead. She nodded sadly, and leaned against her aunt. 

"Mireille I just....I feel it will be bad news." She said, her voice trembling.