And I'm left with empty hands forever

A terrible, melancholy sigh escaped the woman. It seemed no matter where she went, tragedy would eventually follow. Did everybody face life-altering sorrow and loss like she did? Disaster seemed prevalent wherever she found herself. Was this just a fact of life? Although she didn't want to accept it, it would seem that this was simply a way of life. There was no such thing as peace.

Why was her mind set this way right now? She hung her head as thoughts of her children ran through her mind. Several litters, adopted children, and so many loved ones. Where were they all? And now the fate of Fiori was so uncertain. Just when she thought she had found a somewhere safe, it was slipping away from her. She felt like it was all falling apart. She felt overwhelmed, unable to take it all in. And she felt so alone.

She missed everyone dearly. She missed them all. Would anything ever be the same? Could this new life of hers ever offer more?