Looking For Morgana

Havermouth, Three Weeks Before

Morgana had not returned by midnight. Despite Talen’s efforts to remain calm, there was a gnawing fear sharpening its teeth on his heart. He had moved restlessly between his Ute and the house whilst he waited, seeking to release his anxiety through action, patrolling the property like a guard dog, searching the night for any hint of where his mate could be.

Think, Talen, he told himself, rocking on the porch chair, self-soothing through the uneasy motion. Think carefully.

It was possible that Morgana had returned to Kabramatta – but that did not sit right with him. Not with her clothing in the cupboards, coffee half made, and without a note left for him to let him know that she’d had to leave.

Perhaps she had been injured in her car. He dialled the local hospital and waited for his call to be answered.

“Havermouth Hospital, Gwen speaking, how can I direct your call?”

“My girlfriend has not come home, and I cannot contact her,” he told her, and heard his