Fifty-Seven
Wednesday, December 22
Offshore of Roatan
On the way back to RIMS, Eva went to her mother, who sat on the deck wrapped in a blanket, Rascal refusing to leave her side. Eva sat down on her mother’s other side, put an arm around her, and kissed her cheek.
“It’s going to be okay, mamá.”
Her mother shook her head and kept her gaze on the horizon. The sun had set long ago, and the twilight had long faded. “It will be okay only if Mel comes back to us. Why did that fool have to run off after Julian?”
Eva exhaled. “Mamá, I don’t know. But he promised he’d come back to you.”
Her mother looked over at her now. “You need to call him back, hija. Make him stop this nonsense. Please.”
As much as Eva wanted to tell her mother not to worry, she couldn’t. They were all worried. And Eva
