Ty’s POV
“That’s more than enough, Ty. You need get back to bed.”
It’s been two days since I woke up in my little cot in my little tent in Vila to the sight of Evie crying. (Okay, technically I woke up a bit earlier than that and pretended to be asleep.) I did notice, of course, despite the fact that I didn’t comment on her tears. I didn’t know what to say. I never know what to say to her anymore. Sometimes I’m scared that if I think about it too much, the words will start spilling out of me like a bad leak—every “I love you” and “I want you” and “I need you” that I never allowed myself to say—and I won’t be able to stop.
I’ve been pushing myself quite a bit since then—trying to regain my strength so that we can leave as soon as Ian and the others arrive. Nothing crazy; I usually say I’
