The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

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She unfolded from the chair and strode to a
bassinette tucked into the corner. Serena’s eyes fluttered
as Anna settled her down to sleep.
“She kept me up half the night. So fussy,”
Anna said, pulling the blanket over her daughter. She
caressed the rosy, plump cheeks.
“That’ll pass,” Deidre said.
Anna sighed, and chuckled.
“It’s worth every sleepless moment to hold her
in my arms.” Tears burned her eyes and Anna’s smile
melted. Why am I crying? Shaking her head, Anna
wiped at her eyes and laughed.
“It sure is,” Deidre said. “You seem to be feeling
better.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Anna slid into the rocking
chair and leaned back, basking in the sunshine.
“No reason.”
“When will Henry be coming home?” She
started rocking, the rhythm soothing.
“Tuesday, I think,” Deirdre said. “Are you
hungry?”
“I think I’ll nap first, if you don’t mind,” Anna
said.
Voices sounded in the distance, a muffled roar
of anger before silence swallowed them once more.
“I think you should eat a little something,
sweetie, before Serena wakes and you forget. We don’t
want you starving,” Deidre said.
“Hmm…okay,” Anna said, her eyelids drooping.
The wooden chair creaked softly as Anna
rocked. She heard Deidre leave, her eyes closed.