“Good morning, Amelia,” I said. “I don’t believe you’ve been properly introduced to my family. This is my father, Onochie. My brother Antoine is sixteen and Jermaine fourteen.”
Amelia smiled. “Delighted.”
There were warm hugs and handshakes all around. Many people had been greeting us affectionately ever since our arrival here. I was getting used to being free and treated as a real person much more quickly than I expected. I didn’t want anyone to take it away.
“We’re lucky Nadine met you,” Father said. “I think Antoine, Jermaine, and I will see if the men on the docks need help.”
Amelia and I remained where we were, watching the sun still low on the horizon, scanning for the British colors.
Amelia’s fingers brushed against mine. I caught them with my own.
“Could you tell me a bit mor
