Somehow, she can’t say goodbye to Mac. She just can’t.
When the last chain has been unmoored from the salty old tug, Dany is standing on the dock, Antoine beside her. He’s put his hand on her shoulder – but it doesn’t feel like he’s reassuring her. No, it’s more like he doesn’t trust her not to jump on board at the last second, and so he’s standing here, holding her down. The engine is rumbling, and the little tug is ready to go. In a moment, she figures, Antoine will jump onto the deck and then she’ll be truly and entirely alone.
Norah stands on the tug’s deck, by the door to the small cabin, looking down at her and her dad. Aunt Norah’s eyes are wet. Big fat tears roll down her cheeks.
“It’s not too late,” her aunt calls out. “Come with us.”
Hope flares in Dany’s chest – and
