Finally, when I was too exhausted to yell anymore, he moved to the motor. “Sit down.”
I blinked, still sniffling. “Where are we going?”
He didn’t answer. He just started the engine, and the boat lurched forward.
I stayed quiet, arms hugging myself, watching him. He looked completely unfazed, his jaw set, his attention focused on steering. The silence stretched between us until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
That was all he said.
We rode in silence for a while until the boat slowed near a small island covered in thick green trees. He cut the engine and hopped out, pulling the boat toward the shore.
“Come on,” he said, looking over his shoulder at me.
I hesitated but finally climbed out, my wet clothes clinging to me as I stepped onto the soft sand.
