Gabby
Floridaland.
I hate the sight of it. I hate the smell of it. I even hate the sound of the word.
And yet, here I am back on its shore.
“You ready for this?” Jeremy asks as he steps next to me at the rail.
“No,” I say honestly.
I don"t have to look at him to know he feels the same way. Jeremy was born and raised in the Floridaland slave camp. He suffered more than most. His mother and sister died here.
I remember the day so clearly. Claire had just died from illness and Jeremy brought me here to the shore to mourn her. We watched the waves and talked and then he kissed me. In that moment, we wanted each other. We needed each other. Then they came. The British soldiers and their dogs. Jeremy was caught, but I made it back into camp.
I"ve been holding onto the rail so hard my knu
