Day 2,408 – Mainland
EVA STOOD ON HER BEACH. It was almost as clean as it had been when she lived there, but as Adam had mentioned, it needed some tidying up. The shoreline was still buried under a thick layer of black sludge and debris that extended about a thousand yards from shore; the healing had not reached this part of the bay yet.
Adam dropped his canvas bag into her faithful vessel. Eva clenched her hand—the hand that Gabi had clasped—in a fist. She slipped that fist and her other hand into her pants pockets when Adam turned his back to her to check the motor. He wore boots, jeans, and a heavy sweatshirt; his large parka was draped over one of the boat’s benches. He pulled down his goggles, slipped on some gloves, and wrapped a scarf around his face.
Lena shoved her rifle into E
