I didn’t know, and I was quickly losing interest in finding out. My time on the island was growing short. When I died, it wouldn’t be because of the wildlife. It would be because of my inability to face the truth. It would be from damage done long before I got here.
Bob set up a spit and began roasting the boar. When Rose returned, she was impressed. Leaving with Bob and a chunk of the cooked meat, the two dined on the outskirts of the flickering firelight.
As I sat thinking about how much I had done wrong, I could hear Rose’s contagious laughter. She laughed without self-consciousness. She had an openness to her and a vulnerability. Perhaps that was why it didn’t work out between us. At our hearts, we were completely different people.
Unable to listen to the two laugh any longer, I rip
