Mo Chuisle-- 1 It was the kind of break up that seemed to go on forever. Heck, it was that kind of life too, wasn’t it? After years of disappointment and feeling like a guest in her own home, it was finally time to let go; the mourning process would be long and arduous. Accepting the concept that he, who had been everything to her at one time, was cold and distant was nearly impossible. The point of no return had arrived, now began the process of rebuilding a life she wasn’t much interested in rebuilding. All of the time and effort that had gone into building the one she was leaving behind made building a new one seem a task she was not up to tackling. The months that went by, mourning, gaining her strength back, were long. Everything that seemed simple before now seemed difficult, if not impossible. The once strong, calm, cool and collected Máire struggled to find herself again. Of course, it was never a question of “if” she’d find her strength again, but “when” and she knew that. Little did she know, however, that the strength she was re-gathering would be more important to her now than ever before in her life. Very soon, she would be facing the ultimate challenge of good versus evil, love versus hate, and life versus death…