* Jana *
The rain hadn't stopped. Not even after we boarded the ship.
It still came down in sheets, like the sky was mourning with us, like it wanted to drag the memory of that night across the water, stitch it into the waves so we could never escape it. I stood by the railing, my fingers gripping the cold steel, my dress still damp, my arms wrapped around my chest like I could hold the broken pieces of myself in place.
The ferry wasn't salvation. It wasn't peace, or safety, or even hope. It was exile.
Behind us, the island grew smaller, swallowed by fog and night and the black stretch of sea that separated us from everything we'd known. Everything we'd lost.
Behind me, Edward paced like a lion with its mane on fire. His boots thudded across the soaked deck. He hadn't said a word in o
