DAY 17. AT SEA. MORNING.
Genevieve woke to sun streaming through the cabin window. It glistened on the now smooth sea over which the Australis Star glided, as if the horrors of the day and evening before had never happened. She had slept deeply and her spirits, like the sea, were calm, despite the revelations of the previous night. She reached across to Peter’s side of the bed. For the first time in many years he wasn’t there to greet her when she woke. She wondered where he had slept but felt no remorse for locking the cabin against him. His betrayal of her and especially of Noah was complete and unforgivable.
She was hungry and remembered that she had been fasting since noon the day before. She wanted breakfast. She reached for the phone next to the bed and dialled Thomas’s cabin. He a
