Chapter Fourteen
Early in the morning, when it was still dark out, stored-up text messages started arriving on the phones of Alex and Marie Wilson. The texts didn’t awaken them because they’d barely slept at all and were wide awake. Their luggage was packed, and they were anxious to get off the floating paradise and back to the US.
Their phones had been silent for over twenty-four hours, ever since the ship had moved out of range of the last tower on US soil. But when St. Maarten had become visible on the horizon, service had returned, and the messages from their kids started to arrive.
They read through the list of messages several times, wishing there was a way to contact them. Lucy had explained in one of the last messages that their shelter was in Michigan and that cell phones were
