CORDELIA SOON LOST herself in the pages of a Harry Potter book. Morgan kept a watchful eye on the child and occasionally saw the young girl gaze off into nothingness, caught up in her own thoughts.
Occasionally, Cordelia would try to question Morgan about the treasure chest, but Morgan was adamant. The subject of looking at the chest was off-limits, as far as she was concerned.
Around nine o"clock Cordelia yawned, and Morgan knew it was time to move her off into her own room. It had been a tragic day for her, and Morgan wasn"t sure it had all sunk in yet.
"Come on, you, it"s time to get some sleep." Morgan put her book down and got to her feet, holding her hand out for Cordelia to take.
Cordelia didn"t even bother to argue, a sure sign that the long day had worn her out.
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