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When she first heard the helicopter rotors approaching the island, Devon was excited. Being in the house alone wasn’t as daunting as she might have thought it would be. Because she had plenty to keep her entertained, Devon distracted herself from reality with art supplies that were still in her room. When she relaxed, she enjoyed the down time.
Every time her mind wandered, Zave was the dominant feature in her thoughts. She wondered where he was, what he was doing, and when he might come back to her. Which was why when she heard the familiar sound of the aircraft, she pounced up to her feet and went to the window. Of course, she couldn’t see it, the space created by her open bedroom window was too small.
So Devon left her room and ran up the stairs to the larger double w
