CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sunday morning I didn’t wake up until nine, which surprised me; both Friday and Saturday I’d been up before dawn. I spent the day feeling low on energy, with my only excursion being to wander through the Limahuly Gardens and gaze sightlessly at the different plant species found on the island, many of them endangered. According to their website, the garden "honors the connection between nature and humanity." That was something I’d felt powerfully my first couple of days here, something Conroy had punctured last night, and I wanted to get it back.
I almost succeeded.
I didn’t see Conroy all day, and that suited me just fine.
All the hikers were to meet in the resort’s dining room for dinner, compliments of Finnegan’s Walks. When I got there, I saw a large table off to on
