“Oh, I know it will hurt, but I can’t wait any longer.”
Michael had been stretching for the better part of an hour, dreading the physical exertion he was about to put on his yet sore body. Two days had passed on that lifeboat, which meant that everyone already knew Michael was no longer on the ship and had escaped.
Hopefully, that would mean Boston was safe.
More importantly, Michael was deathly aware that he was cutting it close as far as making it to Eleanor’s funeral, and at that point, that was the only thing he was really looking to achieve with his life.
“Well, that way is America,” Lorenzo said, pointing west. “I will be going that way,” he added, pointing in the complete opposite direction.
Michael looked on sadly. In the days that passed, he had learned Lorenzo was originally
