Exactly one month after Magna left Earth:
Gabe leaned over the side, searching the waters. It was a beautiful day. He and Kane had made the trip as the sun was rising over the coast to the spot where they had last seen Magna.
He swore the last month had been the longest of his life. Hell, even Wilson and Buck had moped around the house. He and Kane had tried to act like life was normal, but the emptiness had been eating away at them all. Neither one of them had slept a wink last night, impatient for the hours to slowly crawl by.
“Do you see her?” Kane asked, pulling Gabe back to the present as he scanned the rolling waves from the stern of the trawler.
“Not yet,” Gabe replied, standing on the back of his boat staring out at the waves. “She’ll come back. She promised.”
“I know. I just
