Alma
The day went by at snail pace from then on out. Each time I looked at the clock I was disappointed that it hadn't moved faster. Mere second sometimes since the last time I checked. My spirits brighten when late afternoon comes around and shouts rang out that the volunteers had returned. The streets ring out with cries of excitement and joy. I can hear it from the confines of my bedroom well before my mother bursts in with the news.
"Alma, they are back! The volunteers are back!" She exclaims and I'm already on my feet.
I don't pause to wait for her to keep up with me nor my armed guards as I'm running and pushing past soldiers in my crazed hast to find those who have returned. To find Ragnar. To find my husband. But when I finally do reach the volunteers, he is nowhere to be seen
