Thirty-One
Two months later . . .I sat at a café in Opua, New Zealand, barely able to take my eyes off him. He couldn’t see me—the café was in the parking lot and Eik was out on the far dock, the dock with a locked gate and a big sign that said Quarantine. But Jonas was unmistakable out there. He, Eivind, and the man who must be the new crew member they’d taken on in Neiafu, Lovell, were sitting out on the deck of Eik, chatting with the immigration officer.
Lila was next to me, vibrating in her seat. While I knew she was excited to see Eivind safely on land—she’d flown from Tonga to New Zealand instead of joining the men on the weeklong sail to New Zealand—she loved helping me plan a surprise for Jonas.
We watched as Eik pulled away from the pier and motored through the marina.
“Now?”
