One

Skye set the phone down gently on its receiver. No tears found their way down her cheeks. She expected this news. Fighting the anger, instead, she walked as calmly as she could, out of her room and through the house. She knew where to go. There was only one place on the island she wanted to be right now.

All her life, Skye lived on a quiet, nearly uninhabited island. Her father, although a very caring and loving man, was rarely around; he studied marine life around the world from a research barge. Her mother disliked island life and disappeared for weeks at a time on trips to the mainland. The rest of the island’s residents were scientists and biologists dedicated to the research and preservation of marine life. They were, nevertheless, more like family to Skye than her parents. She was home schooled the essentials by her mother, and taught life lessons by everyone else.

Last week, one of the scientists suggested she head to the mainland with her mother and see a doctor about her skin. Today the doctor called to confirm the early stages of melanoma.

Skye walked softly through the hot sand headed for her favorite spot. Sitting under the scant shade of a coconut tree, she pulled her legs up tight to her chest and rested her head on her knees. Looking out over the ocean, it was easy to forget that anything was wrong in her life. The blue waves lapped the sandy shoreline and calmed her with their relaxing rhythm. A soft breeze gently brushed her hair across her face. It was then that she noticed the first tears forming. Her hair blowing against her tear-stained cheek stuck and she pushed it aside as if her hair was to blame for her problems.

Why her? Why was she being put in this situation? She had always followed the rules: use sunscreen, keep covered, stay out of the sun when possible, and check your skin regularly. It was the last rule that initiated her concern a few months ago when she noticed a tiny spot on her left thigh. At first, she thought it was a speck of sand, stuck there from her swim. Sand that didn’t rub off. A few days later, she noticed how badly it began to itch. Confiding in her closest friend - one of the island’s many scientists, she decided to get it checked. Now, passing her hand over the small scar that would soon be replaced by a much larger one after she consented to further surgery, Skye remembered the concern over that tiny mark. Brock begged her to rush off to the mainland immediately, offering to stay home from work and take her there himself if she’d be more comfortable. She turned down his offer, promising to go with her mother. Knowing that it wouldn’t take long for Alaina to visit the mainland again, he agreed to let her wait. Brock would be the first person Skye told. Maybe he’d be the only person she told. In any event, he should know before anyone else.

A dolphin leaped in the distance. Skye smiled, wishing she felt so carefree today. On any other day she’d run to the water and try to swim out there before it got bored and swam away. Today, Skye didn’t think she had the energy. She scanned the horizon farther out. It was late May. Hurricane season would be upon them shortly and her father’s research ship would be returning any day now. He would spend six months writing research papers and presenting his work at conferences until he could return safely to the sea in December. That’s when Skye had planned to go with him. It was going to be her first research trip with him and she had been so excited. For two years since finishing all her high school requirements, Skye was confined to the island learning all she could in her father’s so-called ‘on-the-job-training.’ This wasn’t what she wanted, however. She wanted to be out there. On the ocean. In the sun. Unfortunately, those dreams may have just slipped out of her reach.

The playful dolphin was still waiting so patiently. Skye wondered if it was Sadie. Sadie seemed to know when Skye needed a friend. She decided to go for a swim. Nothing she did today would change the past, so there was no use dwelling on it.

The refreshing feel of the warm water against her skin reminded Skye why she loved it so much on the island. She should have been born a dolphin. Or, at least, a fish. Reaching the buoy that the mysterious dolphin had been jumping around, Skye quickly confirmed that it was, indeed, her friend Sadie.

Two years ago, Sadie stranded herself on the beach. Skye’s father had been instrumental in organizing the successful attempt to return her to the water. Every day that winter, however, the young dolphin returned. She never stranded again, but a friendship formed between Skye and the dolphin that no one ever expected. She named the dolphin Sadie. Now, years later, Sadie continued to beg almost daily for attention from Skye.

After an invigorating hour in the water, Sadie took off after a fish and Skye quickly returned to the beach. Looking up at the sun, she knew it was almost three in the afternoon. Brock would be stopping by to visit any minute now and Skye could finally tell him about the phone call.

Two

He could tell from her position against the tree that Skye was unhappy. She often sat there watching the water, hoping Sadie would stop by for a swim. Today, however, her shoulders slumped and her head was resting on her knees. Skye’s typical, happy, alert, and upright position was nowhere to be seen this afternoon. Bracing himself for what he’d hoped he’d never hear, Brock approached her quietly.

He sat down quietly next to Skye. She tensed, but didn’t turn to face him.

He took a deep breath, “Not good news today?”

Finally, she shifted her weight. Shaking her head, she looked at him.

Brock sighed heavily and frowned. As the tears began to roll down Skye’s face, he became aware of his mistake.

She cried out, “Don’t give me that look!” She couldn’t believe Brock of all people would be the one to chastise her so quickly.

“I’m sorry! You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, that’s the problem. You did mean it like that. You think this is all my own fault. That I could have prevented it and that I should just suck it up and deal with it. You also know that’s not going to happen. This is going to destroy me.”

“Skye, no. I’m sorry. I just … I’m no good at this … I’m so sorry. What can I do for you?”

Skye got up to leave. “Nothing. You’ve done enough. I’ll see you around.” She couldn’t believe she had waited all afternoon to talk to him and this is how he reacted.

Thinking quickly, Brock yelled after her, “Your mom’s home.”

Skye spun back to look at him. “What?”

“She got back to the island this afternoon. If you go home, she’ll ask you what’s wrong. Stay and talk to me, instead.”

“She’s not home. This was her last trip before my dad gets back. She would never cut it short.”

“Your dad called the lab today. They had some trouble and had to dock for a few days. He won’t be back for another two weeks. Your mom found out and came to get a few things.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her.”

“Look, Skye, I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think that I was in any way criticizing you. This isn’t your fault. I just didn’t know what to say. I was hoping it would never come to this. Let me help you. You’ll get through this.”

Skye sat back down.

Brock continued, trying to be more careful, “What did he say?”

“He told me that the biopsy tested positive for the early stages of melanoma. He feels confident that if I go back and they do further surgery, they’ll confirm that it hasn’t spread yet.”

“But, that’s wonderful news! You’ll be fine, Skye!”

Skye fought the tears, but they were getting close to escaping again. “He also said that if I don’t want to be back in his office in a few years, I need to stay out of the sun from now on. Sunscreen won’t be enough to protect me anymore.” As the tears flowed freely, Skye sobbed, “He told me to get off the island and find an indoor job on the mainland if I don’t want the melanoma to return."

Brock shook his head. The island was Skye’s life. Not to mention that he didn’t know how he’d handle adjusting to life on the island without her. “There has to be another way, Skye. There are indoor jobs here on the island. He’s a surgeon. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He doesn’t know what we do here."

“I don’t want an indoor job. In a few months I’m heading out with my dad and I’m helping him on the water.”

Brock ignored her confident declaration. He didn’t even want her going out on the water before this new development. Her father’s job was too risky. “When are they doing the surgery?"

“I have to go back to talk with the surgeon and make an appointment."

“I’ll take you this time.”

“I haven't decided if I’m going.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No. What will it change?”

“What if they’re wrong about the size? What if it did spread? You need to get it checked.”

“Right now, I need to decide if anything they tell me will change my mind. Then, I can decide if I’m going through with it.”

“Please have the surgery.”

“I’m considering it. Can we talk about something else?”

“Yeah, sure. Like what?”

“What kind of boat trouble did my dad have?”

“Oh, nothing major, I guess. Just a minor engine issue. They got docked and fixed it quickly, but had to go relatively far out of the way to find someplace to dock. Now, they’re behind schedule and farther from home than they should be.”

“They’ll get back in time, though, won’t they?”

Brock smiled at Skye’s concern, “Knowing your dad, they’ll be home in plenty of time. He won’t take any chances.”

“I was getting worried. They didn’t call this week.”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d noticed."

Skye laughed. “Not notice that my dad didn’t call home? Of course, I noticed.”

“Are you going to tell your mom tonight?”

“About my dad?”

“No, about your leg.”

Skye shook her head, “No. Not yet. She’ll jump at any reason to try to convince my dad we need to move to the mainland. If I tell her, I might as well pack first.”

Brock nodded. Skye was right. He had already heard Alaina talking about how wonderful it would be if they could afford a second house on the mainland.

“Are you going to at least go home and see her before she’s off again?”

“Nope.”

“Really?” Brock raised an eyebrow at Skye.

“Why should I? She’s never gone around looking for me when she decides to come home. For all she knows, I have no idea she even returned to the island.”

“So what will you do tonight?”

“I think I’ll just hang out here for a while. Maybe Sadie will come back. I could use another swim and get out some frustration.”

Taking off his shirt, Brock grabbed Skye’s hand and pulled her up. Smiling, he lead her into the water.

“What’s this all about? You hate the water.”

“Sometimes you have to do things you don’t like to prove to people that they can trust you to be there for them when things get tough.”

Skye smiled, “You don’t have to prove anything. I know you’ll always be there for me.”

“You didn’t feel that way a little bit ago.”

Skye followed Brock into the water. Feeling the hot sun on her skin, she was forced to deal with the realization that her life would never be the same. Would she ever be able to fully enjoy the feel of the hot sun caressing her again? Every time she feels the warmth of the sun from now on, she’ll also remember today - the day she was diagnosed with skin cancer.

Skye had to decide what she was going to do. She could follow her dreams and take the chance that it would lead to her early demise. Or, she could follow her doctor’s orders, leave the island, and live a long, miserable life on the mainland.

Brock noticed the distance in her eyes and the forced smile on her face. “You don’t have to pretend to be happy around me. I’ll let you mope a little.”

She smiled at him, but it didn’t make her feel any better. “What do you do when something steals your dreams and you’re left with nothing?”

Brock shook his head, but found no words worthy of his friend’s agony.

“I think I’m going to swim out and see if Sadie is anywhere, I’ll meet you back on the beach.” Skye didn’t wait for his response. She quickly swam off.

“Be careful, don’t go all the way out!”

He watched her for a second, hurt that his attempt to cheer her did nothing. Slowly, he pulled himself up onto the beach and sat down to watch her swim. She was amazing. Skye moved with such swift, fluid motions; she looked like a dolphin as she raced out to the buoy. Sadie was nowhere to be seen and Skye returned as flawlessly as she left. There was nothing that could make this better; so, together, they sat in the sand, wishing it would all just go away.

Three

“Did Dr. Miller ever call you back?”

Skye looked away from her mother’s reproachful glance, “No. Not yet.”

“Oh, okay. Then it must have been nothing. They would have called by now if it was anything to be concerned about. You know, I told you that you shouldn’t worry so much. Do you realize how much that visit will cost us? I hope you plan to work a lot over the next few weeks because when the bills come, you’ll need to step up a bit, and help out with them.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Skye left without saying good-bye. She had come home during the night only to find her mother still there. Why didn’t she just sleep on the beach like she had planned?

Hoping to meet up with Brock before he had to start work she rushed past the lab and toward the homes on the other side of the island. She didn’t have to knock; he was just opening his door as she got there.

“Hi. Can we talk?” Skye was slightly out of breath and speaking quietly to avoid the possibility that anyone inside might hear her.

“Yeah, sure. What do you need? You sound upset.”

“Nothing new. Just had a run-in with my mom.”

Brock looked at Skye hesitantly, “Oh. What’d she say?”

“That I shouldn’t have worried about my skin so much and when the bills start rolling in I better be ready to help pay for it.”

“So you didn’t tell her?” Brock didn’t try to hide the surprise.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because she already tells me I’m the costliest mistake she’s ever made. Why give her another reason to be disgusted with me?”

“You weren’t a mistake.”

“I was for my mom.”

“Yeah, well she’s the only one who thinks so. You should tell her what’s going on.”

“You should learn to keep some of your thoughts to yourself.”

“Like that’ll ever happen.”

“I keep hoping. Anyway, I had a reason for stopping by so early.”

Brock smiled, “I thought you just couldn’t get through the morning without seeing me.”

Skye’s typical smile and giggle didn’t materialize. Instead, her dry response was a sure sign she was still not handling yesterday’s news well. “No, sorry. But, if you want me to talk to Dr. Miller about the surgery, I need a ride to the mainland for my appointment tomorrow morning. Can you take me?”

He was hurt by her unfriendly tone, “Why? So you don’t have to tell your mom?”

Skye didn’t seem to notice his cynicism, “Not only that. I don’t really want her with me for the visit. She’ll just criticize everything and tell me that going with me was a waste of her time.” Her voice softened, “I want someone with me who cares what happens to me.”

“Oh.” Brock nodded in understanding.

Skye was growing inpatient, “Will you take me?”

“Yeah. When do you need to be there?”

“I have an appointment at nine.”

“No problem. Can we talk about it tonight, though? I’ve got to get to work.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll see you later."

Brock hurried off before she finished talking, and Skye knew he was angry with her. She couldn’t help it. He had no idea how difficult this was for her. Why couldn’t he try harder to understand what she was going through?

Ignoring the agonizing heartache beginning to develop, Skye walked to her coconut tree and sat down. She wished her father was back on the island. She could talk to him. He would understand how the diagnosis could destroy her life even if the cancer hasn’t spread. But Brock doesn’t get it; he’s too scientific. Brock believes that there’s a solution for everything if you experiment enough to find it. He doesn’t understand Skye’s helpless feeling because he thinks there must be a solution. All Skye could see were two choices: ignore the cancer, stay on the island, be diagnosed with melanoma again in a few years. Or, get off the island, work indoors on the mainland, and spend the rest of her (much longer) life miserable. It was a devastating decision to make. Was a short, happy life better than a long, miserable one? How could she decide? She wished Brock would be more help. Honestly, she had expected him to be more open to the options she was considering. His steadfast attitude about her getting the surgery and working indoors - even if it was still on the island - was no help at all.


Brock sprinted for the lab. He was already late and now he had to try to explain why he needed tomorrow off without any warning or apparent reason. He should just tell everyone what was going on. Maybe with help from everyone else, he could persuade Skye to schedule the surgery and not take unnecessary chances. However, she trusted him and he decided to respect that.


“Where have you been?” Brock’s boss, Rafe, didn’t give him a chance to answer before continuing, “We just got a call from Billy. He’s way behind schedule and we’ve got to get in touch with someone from the weather service to find out what the next few days look like. He may not be able to leave the dock if there are any storms too close out there.”

“Sorry.” Brock didn’t know how to continue, “I, um, I ran into Skye on the way over and she needed to talk.”

“Has she heard from Billy?”

“No. I just told her what I know so far.” At least he didn’t have to lie, just stretch the truth slightly and make it sound as if he had just filled her in.

“He probably didn’t call her because he doesn’t want her to worry. For now, let’s keep this new information to ourselves. Okay?”

“Sure. No problem.”

Brock went directly to his table and started working. The lab was in a frenzy over Billy’s situation and he became quickly overwhelmed by everything going on. Trying to clear his mind, he got right to work.

“Hey, you okay? You don’t look so good today.”

It was Mark, Brock’s partner at the lab. Mark was very observant and enjoyed pointing out how well he knew everything that was happening in everyone’s life at any time. Brock enjoyed how little Mark really knew about him - no matter what Mark thought.

“Yeah, it’s been a rough few days.”

“Problems with Skye?”

Brock spun around, shocked. How in the world could he know?

“What?”

“Oh, well, you know, you guys are together ALL the time. She just doesn’t seem interested in men right now. It must be frustrating.”

Brock laughed, “Sorry, Mark. I’m not having problems like that with Skye. We’re great friends, but that’s where it ends.”

“Just like I’m saying … that’s where the problem begins.”

“Nope. That’s not a problem for me. But, you believe what you want.”

Brock smiled and went back to his microscope. He was studying a new disease found on algae off the coast and quickly became wrapped up in it again. Allowing his mind to focus on his work was good. It allowed him to avoid the yelling and constant flutter of worry over the forecast. The day flew by and before long, he was packing up his gear and walking out with Mark.

Remembering he needed to talk to Rafe about taking off, he quickly tried to detach himself from Mark without having to explain why.

“Hey, listen, I need to talk to Rafe, so I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” Mark didn’t seem convinced that nothing was wrong. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m as good as I’ll be for a while. Let’s leave it at that for now. Okay?”

“Hey, man, I’m your friend. If something is wrong, you can talk to me. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just that this isn’t just about me. So, for now, I need to deal with it. I’ll see you later.”

Mark was disappointed. “Okay. See you around.”

Brock knocked on Rafe’s door and heard a chair move. The door opened seconds later. He was surprised to see his father standing there.

“What’s wrong? You guys look upset.”

Neither of them answered right away. His father, Trace, motioned him inside and closed the door before speaking.

“Billy decided to leave the dock and try to get back here before we gave him the go-ahead. Now, we only have sporadic reception with his radio and all we know is that he’s three, maybe four days from the nearest dock and it doesn’t look like they’ll have three days of clear weather out there. We’re trying to persuade him to turn around and wait, but he’s convinced this is the best chance he’s going to get.”

“Why would he do something so stupid?”

“Like I said, he doesn’t think he’ll get another chance this good. He said the reports he saw before leaving looked promising. I just hope he got more accurate information than we did.”

“Wow. Okay. So what do we do?”

“Well, for now, we keep a close eye on the weather and hope he makes it. We also need to try to keep really close contact with him so that if it starts to look bad we can get the most updated information to him immediately. There might be closer places to dock in an emergency.

Brock hesitated long enough that both Trace and Rafe knew what he was thinking.

“If you want to talk to Skye about it, go ahead. She’ll handle the news better from you than anyone else on the island.”

“All right. Can I tell her everything?”

“You better. She’s going to hear it somewhere sooner or later.”

“I’ll talk to her tonight.” Brock hesitated again, but couldn’t put off asking any longer, especially with a perfect opening for what he needed to request. “Hey, is it okay if I take off tomorrow. I’d like to take Skye to the mainland and get her away from here a bit.”

Both men looked at Brock as if he were crazy.

“If she’ll agree to go to the mainland with you, you’re better than we thought. But, give it the old college try, anyway. It would certainly help to keep her away from this for a day or two.”

“I think I can persuade her.”

Brock ignored the playful smile from his father. He knew what he was thinking. Everyone thought Brock and Skye would eventually ‘end up together.’ Only Brock and Skye knew how wrong they all were.

“Have fun tomorrow.” Rafe was trying to hide a chuckle by now.

Brock shook his head and waved as he walked out.

Four

“Brock, is that you?” Jaslynn called from upstairs. She could always tell the difference between her husband’s, and her son’s much different ways of entering the house.

“Yeah, mom. It’s me.”

“I’ll be right down. I want to talk to you so don’t go anywhere.”

Brock pulled out a chair and sat at the table. He was worried that the news he was about to share with Skye would push her over the edge. If she thought her father was in any kind of danger, would she go through with the surgery? She already didn’t want to do it. What if this was enough to make her think she should stay on the island until he was safe? The only thing Brock could do was leave with her tonight, before she heard anything, then tell her once they were on the mainland.

“You’re father just called. Are you going to be okay talking to Skye? I can come with you if you’d like.”

Jaslynn had been more of a mother to Skye than Alaina from the day she was born. It made sense that she would want to be supportive.

“Thanks, but, no. I think I’m going to take her to the mainland tonight, then I can tell her once we’re away from all this.”

Jaslynn frowned. “Your father said you wanted to take her off the island. Are you sure that’s such a good idea? It seems odd that she’d want to leave.”

Brock crumbled under the pressure he was feeling. “She needs to go to the mainland.”

Jaslynn gave him a questioning look, but seemed to instantly realize what was going on. “Oh, Brock. No! What did the doctor say?”

“Please don’t tell anyone; she doesn’t want anyone to know. She hasn’t even told her mom yet.”

“Is it that bad?” The tears welled up in Jaslynn’s eyes. Skye was the daughter she never had. The young woman she was so proud to say she knew.

“It tested positive for melanoma. They think it was in an early enough stage that with another minor surgery, Skye will be fine. She’s devastated, though. She thinks her life is over because they want her to leave the island, work indoors, and stay out of the sun.”

“She can stay here on the island and still be out of the sun. We’ll find something for her!”

“Mom, please, don’t say anything to anyone. If she finds out I told you, she’ll never forgive me. I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone.” Brock debated whether to continue. The hopeful look on his mother’s face convinced him, “She’s not even sure she’s going to go through with the surgery. If she finds out you know, she may refuse to have it done out of spite.”

“Okay. I’ll keep quiet. But, please promise me you’ll tell me if you need anything. I’d do anything I can for her.”

“I know you would. I promise to let you know, but I better go. I told her I’d meet her tonight after work. I don’t know how long we’ll be gone, but I’ll keep in touch.”

“All right, dear. Take care of her.”

“I will.”

Brock hoped Skye would be at home so he could talk to her about leaving right away, but everything was locked up as he passed her house. He continued on to the beach.

Dusk was approaching and her silhouette was barely visible along the surface of the water; she was out well past the buoy. He waved and she waved back before starting to swim toward the shore. It was then that he realized she was alone. Sadie was nowhere to be seen.

He hardly gave Skye a chance to step out of the water before questioning her, “Where’s Sadie?”

“She stopped by this morning, but I wanted to go out for a swim again this afternoon. She never came back.”

“I thought you promised not to go so far out there if she wasn’t around!”

“I’ve promised a lot of things over the years. I just wanted to get a swim in. Relax.”

“What if the shark would have been around?”

Skye cocked her head as she answered Brock, “We haven’t seen him around for weeks. He’s probably long gone by now. You worry too much.”

Brock was angry with her lack of fear. The shark had been hunting along the coast of their island for almost a month. He never came close while Sadie was in the water, but was sure to show up after she left. Especially at dusk.

“You just haven’t seen him in a few weeks. It doesn’t mean he’s gone!”

“Stop yelling at me. What’s wrong with you lately?”

“I don’t want to have to identify your body parts when they wash ashore.” Brock turned and walked toward their tree. He hated to argue with Skye. It was even worse now, because he felt guilty every time he yelled at her. What if she was gone tomorrow? He’d have plenty of regrets.

Turning back toward her, he noticed her bloodshot eyes. “I’m sorry, Skye. I worry about you. It seems like suddenly you don’t have much concern for your safety.”

“Why should I? It hasn’t helped me yet.”

“You can’t think like that.”

“Well, I am. I don’t want to die with things left undone. If I want to swim, I’m not going to let my fear of a shark stop me.”

“Just stay closer to shore next time, okay?”

Skye nodded, tears streaming down her face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Brock rushed back to her side.

“I wanted to get a good swim in today, because if I decide to go ahead with the surgery, I won’t be allowed in the water for a few weeks. By then, it’ll probably be too rough to go swimming. I was hoping Sadie would stop by this afternoon so I could say good-bye for a while. She won’t understand why I’m not coming out to swim with her.”

He pulled her in for a hug, “She’ll be fine. You’ll get a chance to see her again before you know it.”

Skye looked up at Brock, “Are you sure?”

He nodded. Finding the perfect opportunity for what he needed to say, he began quickly, “What do you think about leaving tonight and going to the mainland? I’ll take you for a few drinks and we can talk. You know, just relax a little.”

Skye smiled. Going to the mainland never interested her, but tonight, it seemed like the perfect thing to do. “I’d like that … a lot.”

“Then go pack and meet me at the boat ASAP. We’re going out tonight.”

Brock’s excitement seemed forced, but, then again, so was Skye’s. She nodded and turned to head back and pack a few things.

Five

“How in the world did you finish packing before me?”

Skye smiled, “I had just about everything I needed ready to go. Don’t forget, this is my slow season. I don’t really have much work to do until my dad gets back and we look over his research.”

Brock nodded, but looked away quickly.

Skye became suspicious, “What’s wrong?”

“Just a bad day at work. We’ll talk about it later. Let’s get out of here for now.”

Hesitantly, Skye nodded. She handed Brock her bag and stepped into the rocking boat. It seemed early to have the water be so rough. Then again, nothing in her life seemed normal anymore; maybe this was just something else she was noticing for the first time.

Brock was surprisingly quiet as they headed out. It concerned Skye.

“You don’t usually have bad days at work. Anything you want to talk about?”

They were on their way. She had to at least go to the mainland with him now. Brock decided to tell her about her father.

“Your dad is on his way back to the island.”

“That’s good news. Isn’t it?”

“Typically, yes. But, he left before we cleared him.”

“Does it matter that much?”

Brock looked at Skye, “He’s at least three days from the next closest dock and the weather service isn’t predicting three full days of good weather.”

“What are you saying?”

Brock couldn’t tell her what he was really trying to say. He lied. “I guess he may need to dock again and he may not be back for a long time.”

“You’re lying to me. He’s in trouble, isn’t he?”

“He’s stubborn. But normally, he’s at least cautious. I don’t know why he left the dock, but the way my dad and Rafe were talking, your dad seems to think he’ll be fine getting back. They’re just not as certain.”

Skye became frightened. “What do you think?”

“I think a lot of things need to fall into place for everything to be okay.” Brock motioned for Skye to sit down next to him. “I’ll keep you informed. You’ll know everything that’s going on the instant we do, okay?”

Skye nodded.

Their ride to the mainland was quiet. Brock was the first to break the uncomfortable silence. “I see the mainland. How about you make sure everything is ready down below and as soon as we dock I can get you out of here. I know a great little bar that’s close.”

Skye smiled and stood to head down below.

“Skye?”

She turned to face him again.

“I meant it. You don’t need to worry about being kept out of the loop with this one. I promise you.”

“Thanks. I believe you.”

He heard her say the words, but wasn’t convinced that she believed him. These were the types of things that were never shared with anyone else on the island. Rafe believed there was no reason to stress and panic everyone. Even those most involved - like family members. Rafe had been upset with Brock for saying anything at all to Skye earlier today. However, Brock didn’t believe Skye should be kept out of this. It wasn’t fair to expect her to wait for Rafe to explain things to her. Brock decided that later tonight he would talk to her about exactly what was so wrong with her father’s decision to leave the dock already. She had to know how grim her father’s situation appeared to be.


After securing the boat, Brock jumped out and took Skye’s hand to help her up onto the dock. She wasn’t smiling. Then again, he hadn’t really seen a genuine smile last more than a few seconds in days.

“You gonna be okay going out tonight?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know. You don’t look happy.”

“I can’t say that I feel happy. Which is exactly why I think it will be good to forget my worries tonight. Are you sure you want to deal with me?”

Brock grinned. “I’m sure. Let’s go.”

Brock lead the way as Skye followed, close behind. The last thing she wanted was to get lost on the mainland after dark. He had been right, the bar wasn’t far from the dock. As they walked inside, Skye marveled at the atmosphere. She rarely came to the mainland and had never been inside the bar. Smokey clouds hung thick in the air and neon lights illuminated the hardwood floor and tabletops. Loud music resonated from a live band on the stage at the front of the bar. A large gathering of dancers crowded the small dance floor. Skye grabbed on to Brock’s arm and allowed herself to be pulled along.

Brock noticed her hesitation and pointed to a nearby table. “Sit. I’ll get you a drink.”

“Thanks.”

Brock focused on keeping the conversation away from the island, Billy, or Skye’s appointment in the morning. That didn’t leave much, however, and by the time he was going for their third round of drinks, he wondered if he should just suggest they go back to the boat and get some sleep.

Skye sat quietly, trying to take in all the stimulation surrounding her.

“Hi. You look lonely.”

Skye looked up and noticed an unfamiliar grin widen into a broad smile.

Wanting to be polite, she forced a smile, “No, not lonely. I’m just waiting for my friend to get back.”

“Mind if I join you? I’m Chase.”

He held out a hand and Skye shook it. “Skye. Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, same here. You don’t look familiar, are you vacationing?”

She was surprised that she stood out so much that she appeared to be a vacationer. Shaking her head, she answered, “No. I live on the research island. I’m not usually on the mainland, though.”

‘Fresh meat.’

Chase smiled kindly. “So what brings you and your friend here tonight? Is she from the island as well?”

“Yeah, um, he’s from the island, too.”

‘Shit. He’s from the island, too.’

“So, you’re not interested in spending the night with me, I guess.”

“You’re more than welcome to join us. Brock won’t mind.”

Chase was confused. “So, he’s just a friend who won’t mind if I join you?”

Skye grinned at his apparent interest, “Yes. He’s just a friend; and, no, he won’t mind you joining us.”

‘Well, this is getting better.’

“Will he mind if I want to take you home tonight?"

Skye blushed, “I don’t think so. Coming to the mainland to relax was his idea, after all.”

“Are you sure he doesn’t have plans for you tonight?"

“I’m quite sure he doesn’t have plans for me tonight. That is, except to help me feel better.”

“You’ve not been feeling well?” Chase’s interest in her well-being was invigorating and Skye’s pulse raced.

“It’s been a rough few days on the island. But, I feel better than I expected being here tonight."

“Good.” Chase looked around. “Where’s your friend? I’d like to take you for a walk if you’re interested.”

Skye smiled apprehensively, “I’d love to go for a walk. Let me call him.”

She dialed Brock’s number; he answered quickly, “Hey, what’s up. I’m coming as fast as I can. This place is insane tonight.”

“No problem, I was just wondering if you’d mind if I took off and went for a walk?”

Brock’s delayed response made Skye wonder if she had been wrong. Maybe he’d be hurt that she wasn’t spending the evening with him. “No. That’s fine. If you give me five minutes, I can be back and I’ll go with you.”

“I was hoping to go now and meet you back at the boat later.”

No response from Brock’s end of the line could be heard.

“Brock? Do you mind?”

“No. Sorry.” He had been caught off guard by her strange request. “Go ahead. I’ll meet you back at the boat.”

“Thanks, Brock. You’re the best!”

“Everything okay, Skye? This isn’t like you.”

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. Thanks again, see you later.”

“Bye.” he answered softly. He knew she had ended the call by the time he spoke. Concerned, he decided to go back to the boat early so he would be there when she returned.


Relieved that Brock seemed okay with her request, Skye smiled at Chase. “Okay, where to?”

As she turned to leave Chase’s hand brushed the small of Skye’s back and lingered while he lead her toward the door. “I have the best little place in mind. Your island troubles will be mere memories when I’m through with you.”

As Chase lead her through town, Skye’s interest grew. Then, he approached a tall apartment building, and she suddenly felt her heart race.

He seemed to read her apprehensive sideways glance immediately, “Would you rather go somewhere else? We didn’t have to come back to my place.”

He seemed sincere in his offer and Skye relaxed, “No. This is fine.”

Chase lead her through the door and up a single flight of stairs to his apartment. Once inside, he gently closed the door and leaned into Skye, pulling her close and holding her tight as his tongue began tracing the length of her neck in search of her surrendering mouth. He had been right, all her island troubles seemed to melt away.

Six

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you!”

Skye knew Brock would be upset, but this was outrageous.

“I stayed with Chase last night. Sorry.”

“Did you forget how to use your phone? I’ve been calling you every half hour since one o’clock this morning! And, who’s Chase?”

Skye pulled her phone out of her back pocket and noticed twelve missed calls. “Sorry, I must not have heard it ringing.”

“You still haven’t told me who Chase is!”

Shrugging her shoulders, Skye maintained her nonchalant attitude, “He’s someone I met at the bar last night.”

“You spent the entire night with someone you met at the bar! Are you crazy? Do you have some stupid death wish?”

“Brock, stop it! You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous? Are you serious? What was going on inside your head last night?”

Skye hesitated before answering his harsh question.

“You want to know what was going on inside my head? Do you, really? Well, let me tell you! For the first time in almost a week I felt alive last night. I wasn’t waiting for test results, or thinking about the island, or worrying about my dad. I forgot that I had skin cancer and just decided to live my life! You know, because at least I’m alive to enjoy life right now. I can’t go on pretending I’m going to live forever and I’ll always have tomorrow to do something great. I had fun last night, so don’t try to make me feel guilty about it because you had to sit here alone. It’s not like you’ll ever want more from me than my undying friendship.”

Brock recoiled at her accusation. “That’s not fair, Skye.”

“It’s not fair for you to judge my decisions either. Reckless and crazy, or not, I need to move on with my life.”

“You need to think before you act. You don’t know anyone here. I never should have allowed you to leave the bar last night.”

“Stop trying to make my life what you want it to be; safe, secure, and sheltered isn’t what I want anymore.”

Brock slammed the door as he stormed up the stairs and out onto the deck. Guilt flooded through Skye. She wanted to race after him, but, instead, she sat quietly on the floor and cried.

It was just after seven and her appointment wasn’t for two hours. She had no idea how far they were from the hospital, so Skye ventured up on the deck to talk to Brock.

“When do I need to leave for a nine o’clock appointment?”

“I don’t know. How early do you want to be there?”

Skye heard the anger and resentment in his voice. It was new and unusual. He had never stayed angry with her before. “Come on. Please try to understand where I’m coming from.”

“Me, try to understand where you’re coming from? Skye, do you really think I haven’t tried to sympathize? Did you, for just a second, ever think that maybe that’s why I waited until one o’clock to start calling you? I get it, Skye. You think your life is over and you want to enjoy these last days. Your life, however, doesn’t have to end here. You need to deal with reality. Things will change for you, but you will survive this. And, quite frankly, I don’t think swimming in shark-infested water alone or one-night stands with strangers will prolong your life for even a second!”

“I’m not trying to prolong my life any more. I just want to enjoy it now.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I told you. I don’t want to have regrets. What I did last night may have been crazy and stupid, but it felt good to forget about my problems.” Skye dropped down on the deck next to Brock, tears forming in her eyes. “I’m afraid that the surgery will show the cancer spread; or that it didn’t spread and you’ll guilt me into staying inside for the rest of my life. I’m scared that my dad won’t make it back to the island. I’m terrified that if I don’t start taking chances, I’ll die with too many regrets. I’ve always been a careful, deliberate person. Look where that’s gotten me.”

Brock softened at her distress. Taking her hand and pulling her close, he spoke gently. “It got you here. To a place in your life where you realize you want to do more than hide in the shadows. So, what good will that be if you die trying to prove that you can be crazy and reckless? Don’t go to extremes. There are other ways of living life to the fullest.”

“You haven’t told me not to worry about my dad.”

“I’m worried about him, too. All the craziness in the world isn’t going to bring him home any sooner, though. When he gets here, do you want him to find out all the trouble you’ve caused?”

Skye smiled hesitantly. “No. That’s why you’re the only one who knows about it. I can trust you to keep my secrets.”

Brock sighed, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry I’ve been so hard on you. I just really don’t get why you’re letting this change you. You’re going to be fine.”

“I wish I believed you. But, there are only two outcomes here, and neither seems agreeable to me.”

“How do you figure? The way I see it, you go in there today, schedule the surgery, find out nothing spread, come back to the island and start working as my partner by the end of the month. Life is good.”

“No offense, but, if I’m down in the lab, life is not good.”

“I tried.”

“You never answered my question. When do I need to leave to get to the hospital?”

“If we leave by eight thirty, we’ll be fine.”

“We?”

“I am going with you.”

“Why?”

“To be sure you do what needs to be done today.”

“Can you wake me in an hour?”

“Sure.” Brock answered dryly. He heard the hostility return to her voice. She wasn’t seeing anything his way today. Staring out over the ocean, he wondered what he could do or say that might encourage her to stop behaving like she has no viable future.

Seven

“I think we need to schedule the surgery immediately. I want to be certain we don’t give this a chance to spread if I didn’t get it all originally.”

Skye sat quietly listening to Dr. Miller explain what he thought was an inevitable surgery. She would let him finish before explaining she hadn’t decided to go through with it yet.

“Everything will take less than an hour, start to finish. When we’re done, you’ll have an incision in your thigh about three inches long. I’ll send the tissue away for testing. There’ll be a decent amount of pain the first day or two. After that, it should begin to feel better. Around ten days, you can come back and I’ll take the stitches out. I should have the test results by then as well. You’ll need to stay out of the water until it heals completely, of course, and as you already know, you should look for an indoor career if you want to stay out of my office in the future.”

Skye saw him glance at Brock as he spoke. As if he knew she didn’t want to listen to him any longer.

“Do you have any questions for me?”

Skye shook her head. “No. Thank you, though. I’ll give you a call to schedule it if I decide to have the surgery.”

She stood to leave, but Dr. Miller just stared, his face puzzled and concerned. “What do you mean, if you decide to have the surgery?”

“I’m not sure it’s the best thing for me.”

“How could this not be the best thing?” He looked at Brock and, seeing the concern on Brock’s face as well, realized he was not alone in his disappointment. “Brock, can I talk to Skye alone for a bit, please?”

Brock nodded and stood to go. He squeezed Skye’s shoulder as he walked past her. If only she knew how much she needed to see this through.

“Will you please tell me what you’re thinking? If you’re worried about the surgery, I can assure you, there’s nothing to be worried about.”

“I’m not afraid of the surgery.”

“What, then?”

“I’m afraid of losing the ability to do everything I’ve ever dreamed of doing in one rash decision.”

“You mean like the rash decision to not

have surgery that could save your life?”

“No, I mean the rash decision to

have surgery that will confirm one way or another that my life is over. I don’t want to spend my life indoors. So, if having the surgery isn’t going to change anything about what I do when I go back to the island, why do it?”

“You need to know if it spread. We’ll deal with life changes after the surgery. For now, schedule the surgery with me. Please.”

“Fine. I’ll schedule it.” Seeing Dr. Miller sit back and begin to appear relieved, Skye quickly continued, “I’m not saying you won’t get a call from me canceling it. I’ll schedule it to make you happy, and think about it a bit more before the time comes.”

“Be here at six thirty tomorrow morning. Don’t wear jewelry or anything tight over your legs. Loose sweat pants would be best. Don’t eat after dinner tonight and no drinking anything after midnight.” He stood to shake her hand, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Whoa, tomorrow? I thought it would take weeks to get an appointment.”

“Skye, I know Billy well. We go way back. If I allowed you to walk out of here today with any chance of not going through with this, I couldn’t live with myself. You are everything to him. If you won’t do this for me, or for Brock, or even yourself; do it for your dad.”

Skye nodded, he was right. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Can you call Brock back in here before you leave?”

“Sure."

Skye waved Brock back into the office and sat down.

“Hi. Thanks for giving us a minute. When do you need to be back to work, Brock?”

“I didn’t really give them a time I’d be back, why?”

“Can you keep Skye here on the mainland until her surgery is over tomorrow morning?”

He smiled as he glanced at her. “Yeah, of course. I’ll call the lab as soon as we’re back on the boat. They’ll understand.”

“Thank you. She may need a little extra help for a day or two back on the island, as well.” Glancing at Skye, he continued bitterly, “I’m assuming your mother isn’t home these days?”

Skye shook her head, “No. She’s somewhere here on the mainland. I’m not sure when she’ll be back to the island.”

Brock spoke up quickly, “She can stay with me. We’ll take care of her.”

“Great. Then she’ll just need a follow-up in ten days to remove the stitches. We can schedule that tomorrow before you leave.”

Brock shook the doctor’s hand and followed Skye out of the office.

“Tomorrow morning, how do you rate?”

“He doesn’t want me to have a chance to back out of it. He guilted me into doing it right away.”

“How?”

“Like I’m going to tell you.”

Brock shrugged, “It was worth a try.”

Skye walked out of the hospital quickly, wanting to remove herself as if that would make her problems fade out of sight as well.

“I’ll stay at my own house, though. There’s no need to worry your parents about this. I’ll be fine.”

Brock looked down at the ground as he spoke, his voice almost inaudible, “My mom’s already concerned.”

“What? Why would she be concerned?” Skye eyed him suspiciously.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke softly, hoping to appear sorry for his actions, “She asked about why I was bringing you to the mainland and I told her what was going on.”

Fury raged through Skye over the betrayal she felt. “You told your mom? Brock, you promised you wouldn’t say anything!”

“I’m sorry. You know how much she cares about you. There’s no way I could keep this from her.”

“You seem to do a fine job keeping your own secrets from her.”

“This is completely different!”

“How, exactly, is this different? The way I see it, I’ve kept your secrets for years. Never buckling under pressure, never giving in when everyone questions me. Pretending to be someone I’m not so you can pretend to be who they think you are. I’ve allowed the giggles and the snickers behind my back, everyone planning out our wedding and what our kids will look like. Not once have I ever even hinted at the fact that they are all so wrong! But, one question from your mom and you tell her all about me. Take me home. I’m done here!"

Skye walked briskly back toward the boat, ignoring Brock’s pleas to stop and listen to him.

About four blocks later, Skye had to admit she was helplessly lost. Turning toward Brock who was, by now, only a step behind her; she threw her arms in the air and sobbed, “Which way is the dock?”

“I’ll show you if you’ll sit and talk to me first.”

Skye huffed and sat on the bench Brock was motioning toward.

Aware Skye wasn’t going to be the first to talk, Brock began hesitantly, “You know I care about you more than anything else, right?”

“Apparently not enough to keep my problems out of your family discussions.”

“You can’t keep everyone in the dark, Skye. People want to help you.”

“Maybe I don’t want help. Maybe I thought you would be the only person that I would tell.”

“Why?” Brock didn’t understand why Skye would want to go through this practically alone.

“You know why. As soon as my mom finds out she’ll have a wonderful time using this against me. She’ll remind me every minute how I’m ruining her life. She’ll have to sit down with my dad and complain that now she has to put up with me all year long since I’m certain he won’t let me on the ship with him once he finds out. If no one knows, then no one can pity me. I don’t want to wonder who’s watching me; wondering if I reapplied my sunscreen recently enough. I just didn’t want anyone to know. I told you because I trusted you and I needed someone to help me work things out. But, so far, all you’ve been willing to do is tell me that I need to listen to my doctor. Oh, and tell your mom about everything. I’m sorry, Brock, but this is my life, and I should have the right to live it how I want.”

Brock looked at her unpleasantly. “I’m sorry too.”

“Well, it’s too late to change anything. You already told your mom. By the time we get back to the island, everyone will know.”

Brock was clearly offended, “First of all, she won’t tell anyone. Second, that’s not what I’m sorry about.”

Skye shot him a questioning glance.

“It appears you’ve already given up. I’m sorry you’re letting this beat you. Just imagine, wouldn’t this have been a great opportunity to show everyone what you’re made of?”

Brock got up and began to walk away. Skye jumped up to follow him.

“I’m not giving up! Brock, listen to me. I just don’t know what I’m living for

anymore!”

He turned to face her for just a second, “Then you better figure it out pretty quickly."

Eight

Skye spent the afternoon refusing to eat; sitting on the deck of the boat. Brock tried to get her to eat once more before giving up, “I can still make you a sandwich if you’d like."

“Not hungry.” Skye was short.

“Have it your way. I’ll wake you in the morning.” He trudged back down to the lower level of the boat and Skye heard the door slam.

Moments later, Skye heard a familiar voice call her name. “Skye?"

She spun to face the dock, “Hi, Chase. How are you?”

Chase stepped into the boat as he began to talk, “Well, I’m okay. One-night-stands aren’t really my thing though, so I thought maybe I could take you out for a little."

Before she could answer, Skye heard Brock’s feet storming up the stairs.

“Get off my boat. She’s not going anywhere today.”

Caught off guard, Chase stepped backwards. “Whoa, sorry, pal. You have a problem with me asking Skye to go out today?”

“I might not if I knew she’d be back at a reasonable time.”

“Jealous?”

Brock took a step forward, but Chase stood his ground.

Looking at Skye, Brock spoke sharply. “You aren’t going anywhere today. You need to get some sleep.”

“I don’t recall hearing Dr. Miller tell me I needed a good night’s sleep.”

Brock pleaded with Skye, “Please don’t go anywhere tonight. You need to be ready for your surgery tomorrow by six thirty.”

“Tomorrow already?” Chase spoke up.

“You told him?” The surprise and hurt were evident in Brock’s voice.

Skye ignored the pain on her friend’s face and looked at Chase, “Yeah, the doctor wants to be sure I go through with it, I guess. So, he scheduled it for first thing tomorrow morning.”

Looking at Brock, Chase spoke cautiously, “I’ll be sure she’s not gone long. Let me take her for a little.”

“Are you seriously asking my permission?” Brock was near laughter at Chase’s request.

“Well, not really, but I was hoping to appear polite. In the end, Skye’s going to decide whether she’s going with me - not you.”

Skye moved between them and looked first at Brock. “If you try to stop me, I won’t be back tonight.” Turning to Chase, she smiled and pointed to the dock, “Let’s go. I need a break.”

“What’s the deal with him? I thought you said you weren’t together.”

“We’re not.” Skye paused, then continued with a slight grin, “I’m not his type.”

“Then why the possessive attitude about you?”

“Probably because I’ve never put him second to anyone and I’ve always listened to him without question. Yesterday was the first time he had to accept that it may not always be that way.”

“Is that because you’re rebelling, or because you just don’t agree with him this time?”

“I don’t agree this time. I’ve always believed he had my best interest in mind, but this time he doesn’t seem to care what I’m feeling.”

Chase looked at her carefully, “Maybe that’s because he can see past the feelings to what really matters this time.”

Skye wasn’t sure how to take his suggestion. “Are you saying you agree with him?”

“I don’t know the severity of the situation you’re in, but I think you have to consider that just because you’ve always wanted to do something, doesn’t make it the right choice for you.” Chase paused, “Do you believe in fate?”

Skye grinned, “I don’t know. I guess I do. Why?”

Chase stopped walking and turned to face Skye, “I believe everything happens for a reason. I think this happened to you for a reason and you have to figure out what that reason is. Maybe it just happened to get you to wake up and live a little. Maybe it happened to stop you from doing something you shouldn’t. Brock seems to care about you a lot. I think he’s only trying to help you.”

“So you think I should listen to him?”

“I think you should try to figure out if you have other options that you just haven’t been willing to consider before now. Try to figure out why this is happening to you.”

“What if I can’t think of any good reason for this to happen?”

“It’ll come to you someday.”

Chase smiled at Skye and took her hand. He couldn’t help but think that maybe this happened to Skye because it was the only thing that would bring her to the mainland so they’d have a chance to meet.

“Why don’t I walk you back to the boat? You need time to think. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Okay, but I’m heading back to the island right after the surgery. I guess you’ll have to come see me there next time.” Skye smiled.

“Okay. Is that an invitation?” Chase didn’t flinch.

“Yeah, sure.” Skye answered, although she didn’t expect his offer was anything more than a friendly way of saying good-bye.

They walked back to the dock; very few words being spoken as Chase lead the way.

“Well, listen, good luck tomorrow.” Chase looked at Skye carefully, “I hope I see you again sometime.”

“Thanks.” Skye smiled and turned to walk on-board the boat.

Brock was already waiting on the deck as she stepped on. He glanced from Skye to Chase. “I didn’t expect you back so early.”

“Can we talk?” Skye’s voice wasn’t as harsh as earlier.

“I’d like that.” Brock’s smile grew. An apologetic look at Chase followed, “Thanks.”

Chase nodded and stepped off the boat.


Skye looked at Brock sheepishly, “I’m kinda hungry all of a sudden.”

He smiled at her, “Let’s go down below; I’ll make you a sandwich and you can tell me what changed your mind.”

“Don’t go that far. I didn’t really change my mind, I’m just considering that, possibly, I should be happy to have the surgery and accept that I may still be capable of great things.”

“Chase convinced you of all that in less than an hour?”

“You sound disappointed.”

“Well, come on. I’ve been trying for days to convince you that you should have the surgery and take it from there.”

Skye looked at him and smiled apologetically, “I’m sorry. I just figured you may have had ulterior motives when you were trying to persuade me to go through with all this. I needed to hear it from someone who had no reason to try and shape my future.” She looked at him suspiciously, “It was

a complete coincidence that I met Chase last night, wasn’t it?”

Slightly offended, but happy to think Skye was finally seeing things his way, Brock quickly replied, “Yes. Entirely a coincidence.”

“Okay. Then, I stand by what I said. I needed to hear that this was necessary from someone who didn’t have ulterior motives.”

“Do you think you’ll ever see him again.”

“Nope. He was kind enough to offer to come to the island, but I’m sure I’ve seen him for the last time.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I’m thinking maybe he’s better for you than I am.”

Skye smiled. “Don’t go putting yourself down. You’re all I can handle right now.”

Nine

Skye spent the evening alone, taking into consideration that Chase was right and there might be a significant reason for the situation she found herself in. Nothing came to her, however, and she drifted off to sleep. A sleep filled with nightmares. The rocking boat seemed to encourage her subconscious fears that her father was in real trouble. The water had been rougher than normal lately; a sure sign that an intense hurricane season was not far off.

By four in the morning, she got up to wait for Brock. Sitting on the deck of the boat, Skye tried calling home to check if anyone had left a message. Maybe her dad had tried calling them. No luck.

Deep in thought, she was easily startled by Brock’s sudden appearance.

“You’re up early. Was it tough to sleep?”

“Yeah, pretty rough last night. Is it always so bad this time of year?”

“No, not always. This year seems to be a bit worse than normal. But, I’m sure it will settle down soon. There’s nothing in any of the local weather reports that makes me think we have anything to worry about for the next twenty-four hours at least.”

Skye smiled, but remained alarmed at the size of the wakes she could see forming around their small boat. She tried to close her eyes and relax to the motion of the rocking boat. Any other day, it would be relaxing to be lulled by the motion of the water. Today, her worries took precedence in her mind and took over her thoughts.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“What?”

“Whatever’s bothering you so much.”

“Not really. Sorry. I’d just like to try to relax and forget about it. But, thanks. Maybe later we can talk.”

“Yeah, okay. Well, listen, you have about forty-five minutes until we need to leave. Just try to be sure you’re ready by then. I don’t want to be late.”

“I’m ready now. No need to worry.”

Brock disappeared once again and Skye tried to think of something other than her surgery or her dad. The only thing that came to mind was Chase. She wasn’t sure how she felt about him, so she decided to sort out some of those emotions for a while. On one hand, he helped her forget everything that had happened to her in the past week and a half since her original doctor’s appointment. He helped her feel alive and happy, if only for a night. Then, more recently, he somehow convinced her that she wanted to go through with the surgery. He lead her to the decision and guided her thoughts, and yet, he made sure she felt that the decision was hers alone. He was smooth, she would never forget him. Closing her eyes, Skye found herself smiling as she thought about Chase. Too bad she’d probably never see him again.

“You ready to go?”

Skye nodded and stood up without talking. She was a little upset at having had her daydream interrupted.

“You’re not talking again. Are you mad at me or just worried about today?” he smiled, but it was hesitant and unsure.

“I’m not mad at you. I’m worried a little about today, and a lot about the rest of my life. That’s all. Nothing new. I just want to get this over with for now and have one less worry on my plate.”

“Well, then, let’s get it done.”

Brock lead her inside the hospital and to the desk where she was signing in when a familiar voice made Skye spin around. She was face to face with her very angry mother.

“What on Earth do you think you’re doing?” Skye opened her mouth but wasn’t given a chance to answer, “I came here to pay part of your bill only to be told that until your surgery today is complete and everything is done, they won’t have a total for me. You told me they never called you!”

Skye spoke coldly to her mother, “What difference does it make to you? All you care about is how much it’s going to cost anyway. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it for you. I promise to work my ass off for the next ten years if you promise to keep off my back and let me live like the adult I’m trying to be.”

“I’m your mother. I deserve to know what’s going on with you. It apparently wasn’t so terrible that you didn’t tell him."

“Brock has been a better friend to me and has supported me more in the last week than you ever will.”

Alaina huffed at her daughter, turned on her heels, and stormed out through the hospital doors.

Brock stood in shock, “She didn’t even ask how you were feeling, or if there was anything she could do for you.”

“She never has.”

He felt a pain in his heart for how typical and normal this seemed to be. Skye never flinched, she never even appeared to show any signs of anguish over her mother’s speedy and hurtful departure. This really was how Skye had been treated her entire life. It was no wonder she couldn’t wait to leave the island with her father and explore the ocean.

The receptionist spoke quietly, clearly embarrassed by the scene she had just witnessed, “Miss Pates, you can head upstairs to the surgical unit if you’re ready. Dr. Miller is waiting for you.”

“Yes, thank you.” Skye turned to walk in the direction pointed out to her. She took steady, deliberate steps; but with each one, she felt a piece of her heart crumble. Life for Skye was never going to be the same. The only question still on her mind, was there any way it was still worth living?


Leading her gently down the upstairs hallway, Brock felt her tense at the sight of the doors leading into the surgical unit. Luckily, Dr. Miller was waiting at the door and ushered her quickly inside.

“I promise this will be over before you know it.” He pointed to a chair in the waiting room, “Brock, you can have a seat. I’ll come out for you as soon as she’s in recovery and we can go over her orders.”

Taking over for Brock, Dr. Miller gently ushered Skye on and continued speaking, now directing his words at Skye, “I know this is difficult, so we will get you comfortable, administer the general anesthesia and get started as soon as you are asleep. The next thing you know, Brock will be with you and you will be waking up.” Stopping briefly just outside the door to the surgical prep area, Dr. Miller looked at her, “I promise you, Skye, I am certain this will confirm that nothing has spread. I am only doing this for peace of mind, because in the small chance I’m wrong, it would be devastating.”

They walked through the doors and a team of nurses took over. The anesthesiologist was soon asking for a signature to allow the anesthesia. Before she had a chance to reconsider, Skye was on a bed being rolled into the operating room. Dr. Miller’s caring eyes and reassuring words were the last things she remembered.

Ten

“Good morning. Sleep well?”

Skye smiled at Brock’s encouraging demeanor as she awoke. She nodded, feeling surprisingly well-rested.

“I guess everything went well since you’re smiling.”

Brock nodded. “Dr. Miller said the surgery went flawlessly and you should be able to get out of here within the hour. Then we can get back to the island and I’ll help you grab some things and head to my place for a few days. It’ll be like old times when we were kids and your mom left for the mainland.”

Skye smiled. How could she say no to his attempt to have her stay with his family. “You’re tricky, bringing up our childhood in an attempt to make me want to stay.”

“Sorry, I really don’t want you staying with your mom right now.”

“Don’t apologize. I don’t really want to stay with her right now, either. If she even goes home today.”

Dr. Miller stepped into the room quietly, “How’s my favorite patient feeling?”

“Pretty good. I guess it’ll feel worse as the day goes on.”

“Yeah, tonight and tomorrow will probably be the worst of it. Into Sunday evening you should be feeling much better. Are you ready to make an appointment for removing the stitches?”

Brock nodded and stood to get Skye’s bag.

“Ten days will put us at next Monday. How early can you be here?”

Skye looked to Brock for help. He answered Dr. Miller, “We can come Sunday night and be here any time Monday.”

“Great. Let’s do six thirty again. Then, I can get you in and out before my other surgeries are scheduled.”

Skye smiled at both Dr. Miller and Brock, “Thanks. Now, when can I get out of here?”

Dr. Miller chuckled, “I’ll send in a nurse to check your vitals and if everything looks okay, you can leave now. I’ll see you in ten days.”


Forty-five minutes later, Skye and Brock were back on the boat heading toward the island. Skye closed her eyes and sat back in her seat. The wind tore through her hair as Brock seemed to be in a hurry. They were going fast, trying to beat the dark clouds forming in the distance.

“I thought you said the weather was clear for at least a day.”

“That’s exactly how meteorologists get a bad name. If I was this far off in my job, all the life in the surrounding ocean could be dead by next month.”

Skye became worried, “So you think there’s a storm close by?”

“Yeah. We’ll beat it, but it could get nasty tonight.”

Skye remained quiet the rest of the ride. She couldn’t get the image of her father’s ship being tossed by the stormy waves out of her mind. What if they capsized? What if all his research was lost? What if she ended up wishing that these were the worst things that had happened?


Brock’s parents met them at the dock. Skye had allowed Brock to tell his father what was going on. They jumped on board immediately to help unload Brock and Skye’s things.

“How are you, dear?” Jaslynn’s kind, soft voice comforted Skye immediately.

“I’m okay. Glad to be back on solid ground.” She barely hesitated before getting the answers she needed. “Have you heard from my dad?”

Trace answered quickly, “No word from them today yet. He was able to contact us yesterday with his coordinates, though. He’s making good time.”

Skye relaxed. Although short and to the point, Trace’s answer was honest and sincere. Skye knew that much. “Thank you.”

Trace nodded.

Brock knew his dad didn’t want any other questions, so he spoke up, “Dr. Miller thinks it would be best for Skye to have someone to help her around for a few days while her leg begins to heal. I thought it would be best for her to stay with us.”

Skye started to object politely, but was cut off by Jaslynn, “Of course, she’s better with us. There’s no question. Will you help her get her things before it gets too nasty out here?”

“Yeah. We’re going now.” Brock smiled smugly at Skye and helped her onto the dock. Speaking quietly, he dared Skye to disagree with his mother, “If you want to break her heart, you tell her you’re not staying. I’m not going to do it.”

Skye just shook her head in defeat and limped along the dock. The walk to her house took twice as long as normal. Both her throbbing leg and her stubborn refusal to allow Brock to help her contributed to the delay. Once her house was in sight, however, another factor delayed her progress. Bright lights illuminated the interior of her house. Her mother was home.

“Great. Now she decides to come home.” Skye turned to Brock, “How about if I go get my things and meet you back at your place? You shouldn’t have to deal with her tonight.”

“No way! I’m coming with you. We’ll get you packed up ten times faster if I can help.”

Knowing he was right, Skye continued on to her door and walked in quietly.

“Who’s there? Billy is that you?” Alaina’s hopeful shout for her husband hurt Skye terribly. She wanted more than anything to hear that kindness in her mother’s voice just once when they spoke to each other, even if it was just for show.

“No. It’s just me.” Skye quickly responded, not wanting to get her mother’s hopes up too much.

“Oh. What are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

“I know that. I mean why are you back already? I thought you were going to need help getting around for a while.”

“Who told you that?”

“Dr. Miller.”

“He told me I’d need help...”

Alaina interrupted quickly, “So why are you home? Shouldn’t you have stayed there for a few days?”

Brock couldn’t take any more. He shouted at Alaina, “She’s staying with my family until she can get around on her own. We’re just here to collect a few things and we’ll be on our way.” He turned and walked toward Skye’s room, leaving both women in shock from his uncharacteristic, open display of anger.

Skye didn’t say another word. She used her mother’s silence to leave the room without another reprimand and followed Brock down the hall.

“Thanks for that. I really didn’t want to have to explain anything to her tonight.”

“You shouldn’t have to. How can she love your father so much and despise you at the same time?”

“First of all, don’t let her fool you. She doesn’t love my father any more than she loves me. He, however, is only around half the year. The excitement you heard probably means she’s just about out of money and she can’t wait to hear how well his trip was and beg him for the checkbook. And, I told you, I ruined her perfect life. Until she had me, she could spend all her free time on the mainland without guilt. Once I was born, she had other responsibilities and people criticized her for leaving me on the island when she needed to get away. That’s why she hates me so much.”

“None of that is your fault.”

“Try telling her that.”

Brock had quickly packed a bag with clothes, books, and other necessities while they talked. Closing the bag, he reached out a hand to help Skye up off the chair she had settled in. Standing proved difficult. She tried to hide the grimace as she put weight on her left leg, but Brock noticed.

“Do you want to rest it longer? I’m sure your mom isn’t coming anywhere near me tonight any more.” He forced a playful smile.

“No. I want to get someplace where I can put it up and relax.”

This time, she allowed a helpful hand of support from Brock and hobbled out of her house.

Arriving at Brock’s place what seemed like an eternity later was worth every ounce of effort it took to get there. Jaslynn met them at the door with a wide, understanding smile. Ushering Skye into a quiet room in the back of the house, she apologized that it wasn’t bigger.

Beside herself with gratitude and unable to say much else, Skye managed a smile and quietly added, “Thank you, it’s fine. I couldn’t make good use of a bigger space anyway.”

Jaslynn smiled and left the room. Content that she said the right thing, Skye closed her eyes and tried to rest.

Eleven

The wind hitting the side of the house woke Skye from her deep sleep. The creaking and moaning of the house confirmed the severity of the storm. She sat up quickly, alarmed, and not remembering exactly where she was in those first short moments of panic between sleep and awake.

Brock’s voice was the calming reminder that pulled her completely into reality, “It’s okay. I think the worst is over. I can’t believe it took you so long to wake up. You must have been really tired."

Skye searched the darkness for the direction Brock’s voice was coming from. As her eyes adjusted, she noticed him sitting in a chair by the window. He was carefully watching the storm as thick, heavy sheets of water pelted the window. She wondered why he had stayed after she fell asleep.

“This isn’t the worst of it?"

“No, I was close to waking you about twenty minutes ago to take you down into the storm cellar.”

“Oh.” she paused, “Has it been bad all night?”

“Not like this. It’s been slowly building up to this, though."

“What time is it?” Skye yawned.

“Almost four. Go back to sleep. I can tell you all about it in the morning."

Before she could verbalize the ‘thank you’ her mind was thinking, she had fallen back to sleep.


It was a strange darkness that filled the room when Skye woke again. Not the darkness of night, but the darkness that you feel more than you can see. The darkness that a storm brings when thick, heavy storm clouds cover the sun, refusing to allow any light to permeate their layers. Struggling even to stand, she eventually made her way across the floor and pulled back the blinds by the window. The ocean was choppy and rough; the wind blew sand across the ground in loud gusts. Even the trees looked exhausted and slumped after fighting to remain standing all night. Trying to distract the path her thoughts began to take, Skye breathed deeply, wanting to refocus her mind. Suddenly, she smelled an aroma so wonderful it could only mean one thing; whether a family tradition, or simply an attempt to cheer her, Jaslynn was making the most wonderfully smelling breakfast Skye had ever been exposed to. Opening the door to her room only intensified the experience. She could hear the sausage and bacon sizzling on the stove. The strong aroma of fresh coffee drifted down the hallway, and Skye let it lead her through the doorway into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Skye. How are you feeling?"

“Okay. More stiff than anything.” Noticing she and Jaslynn were the only two in the room, Skye questioned their lack of company for breakfast, “Where is everyone?"

Jaslynn looked as if she had hoped Skye wouldn’t ask, “They left for the lab early this morning. I suppose that after last night’s storm, they needed to be sure everything is okay."

“Oh. Do you know when they’ll be back?”

“No idea. It depends on how much work needs to be done, I suppose.” Jaslynn quickly changed the subject, “Ready for some breakfast? I make the best bacon and eggs on the island."

Skye smiled and nodded, “Thanks."

Jaslynn filled her plate and gently set the bottle of pain pills next to Skye’s glass. “Dr. Miller said you should take these for at least the first two days."

“Thank you. I think they must be why I slept so well last night."

Skye ate quietly, watching out the window for any signs of Trace or Brock returning from the lab. When she was certain they were not coming back soon, she stood to wash her dishes so she could return to her room to get some sleep.

“What on Earth do you think you’re doing, young lady?"

“I just wanted to wash my dishes so I could go lay down."

“You’ll do no such thing. You’re staying here to be taken care of while you recover. Now, go lie down and I’ll take care of the dishes.” Jaslynn shooed her away like a pesky little bird on the garden fence.
Skye smiled graciously and turned to walk down the hall.

“If you’d like, I can have Brock wake you when they get back."

“That would be great. Thanks!” Skye didn’t know how to act. Never in her life had anyone ever made her feel like she was worthy of such attention and love.

Back in her room, Skye sat in the chair by the window. She knew she was on the wrong side of the island to see her father’s ship approaching, so she snuck out the back door and began the long hike to her tree.

The wind whipped the sand against her arms and face with a force that made it feel like she was being bitten over and over by the tiny specks. Her eyes burned from the sand that had blown into them, and her left leg became numb with a searing pain that shot from her thigh down to her foot with every awful step. Trying to ignore it all, Skye pushed forward, determined to watch for the familiar sign of her father’s return on the horizon. He had to be close. If he was still out at sea, in this storm, he wouldn’t stand much of a chance.

Finally, her coconut tree was in sight. Skye reached it with what felt like the last bit of energy she could muster. Staggering up to the unstable tree, she leaned against it and slid down its trunk. Finally, she could relax. The wind slowed enough throughout the next hour that the waves settled slightly and Skye could make out her buoy in the distance. Sadie was jumping over and around it, clearly excited to see Skye. She stood to wave and was overcome with excitement herself. All at once, it occurred to Skye, this was the beginning of the hurricane season, and she would not get out to see Sadie again for as long as six months. She knew she couldn’t swim all the way out there. With one quick glance around her, Skye confirmed she was alone. She took off for the small rowboat tethered to the island a few yards away as quickly as her leg would allow. Once she was seated inside, Skye immediately began to row out to Sadie. It wouldn’t take long for someone to notice her out there. The waters were strictly off-limits during this time of year. Especially for the rowboat.

“Hey, Sadie. How’s my baby girl?"

Sadie jumped and chirped at Skye, ‘telling’ her all about how badly she had been missed.

“I’m sorry, but it’s that time of year again and I won’t be out to see you for a long time. You be good and stay safe, okay?” Skye reached down and patted Sadie on the top of her head. She knew her talking sounded absurd, but she believed that Sadie understood every word she spoke.

All at once, a large wave beat down on her, soaking her with cold, angry seawater. Panicked, she reached for her oars and began swiftly paddling to shore. It was then that she saw him. Brock was running along the beach - back and forth in front of her screaming something as he ran. She paddled more quickly, another wave crashing down on her. Sadie was still swimming alongside the small boat, aware of the danger her human friend was in. A few feet from the shore, Sadie turned and sped off with one last squeal, while Brock raced into the water. Grabbing Skye out of the boat, he began yelling at her. Her head was spinning in so many directions, she didn’t even know what he was saying, but she knew he was mad.

Brock tossed Skye into the sand and went back to pull the boat out of the water. When he returned, he did the worst thing he could do to her - nothing. He said nothing, offered her no further help, he never even looked at her again. By the time she realized he wasn’t coming back to help her, he was already off the beach, headed back in the direction of his house.

Skye pulled herself against her tree and cried. It was at least an hour before she heard someone call her name.

It was Trace. “Skye, what are you doing down here?"

Her blood shot eyes pleaded with him not to expect an answer, but he asked again.

“You’re shivering. Why did you come down here alone? Where’s Brock?"

The panic in her face was hard to disguise, “He’s not at home?"

“I don’t know. Why?”

“He’s really mad at me. I thought he left to go home.”

“Why is he mad at you and why are you soaking wet?” Trace was reaching out to help her up when he noticed she was soaked far worse than she should have been.

“I’d rather not talk about it. Are you sure Brock’s not at home?”

“I haven’t been home yet. I just thought he’d be wherever you are. Are you okay to walk back to the house with me?"

Skye nodded and accepted Trace’s outstretched hand. Their walk back was long and she was exhausted by the time they reached the door.

In spite of the pain, relief spread through her when she saw the light on in Brock’s bedroom window. “Can I go talk to him alone first?"

Trace eyed her carefully, “Sure, but I want to talk to him then.” He sounded upset and Skye regretted telling him Brock was mad at her.

Knocking hesitantly on the door, she pushed it open before Brock answered. “Can I come in?”

“Why?” his response was harsh and unfriendly.

“I need to apologize.”

“What’s there to apologize for? I was wrong about you. You apparently don’t give a shit about any of us. At least not enough to try even an iota to keep yourself alive. I should have let you stay at your house.” He left the room, brushing past her without another word.

Skye walked back to her room and closed the door. Even through the thick, solid wood, she heard Brock yelling. Trace and Jaslynn were trying to calm him down, but it wasn’t helping. The door slammed and Skye knew he had left. She watched him through the window until he was out of sight, then went to lie down.

Twelve

Skye didn’t want to answer the knock at the door. Jaslynn walked in without waiting to be invited.

“I’m sorry that you’re both so thick-headed.” She sat at the foot of the bed. “Maybe you’d like to tell me what you thought you were doing this afternoon?"

Skye shook her head.

“Brock thinks you’re suicidal and crazy. I don’t believe him. I think you’re scared and not thinking straight. Only you can clear this up for us.” Even in her angered state, Jaslynn’s voice was gentle. When she spoke, Skye couldn’t help but turn to face her.

“You’re

right.”

“Can I help you at all?"

“Not unless you can help me figure out what I could possibly do with the rest of my life now that no one thinks I should follow my dreams."

“I think you should take some time off and think about what made your dreams so important in the first place.”

Skye’s confused look invited Jaslynn to continue, “Was your mind set on what you wanted to do because of who you’d be with, or because of what you’d be doing? They’re two very different things.” She patted Skye’s leg and stood to go, “You think about it. I’m going to track Brock down and talk him in to coming home. If you want to talk later, I’m here.”

“Thank you."

Jaslynn nodded and pulled the door shut behind herself. Skye huffed into her pillow and closed her eyes.


She heard the door opening quietly and rolled over to see who was coming in. Brock paused, unsure if he was welcomed.

“You can come in.”

“I’m sorry.” He rushed to the bed and knelt down next to her.

“I’m sorry, too. I know I was being stupid. I just wasn’t thinking."

“I saw you out there and I panicked. I never thought you’d get back to shore. Promise you’ll never do that again."

“I promise."

“Okay.” Believing Skye meant it, Brock eased up, “Now get some sleep. We’ve had really good reception with your dad lately. We should probably be in constant contact with him through tomorrow, so you may want to join me at work.”

“Really?"

“Yeah. Don’t thank me, though. My mom was the one who suggested it."

“It doesn’t matter whose idea it was. Thank you so much!"

Brock left quietly and Skye drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be busy.


Sunday morning arrived without the rain and wind of the previous morning; although the same eerie darkness hung heavy in the air. Hearing voices in the kitchen, Skye got dressed and walked out to greet them. She felt less stiff and more alert than she had in the past two days. A genuine smile spread across her face.

“Good morning.” she chirped.

The room grew quiet and all eyes turned to Skye. Jaslynn spun quickly away and Brock appeared unable to move from his spot. Rafe, who Skye would never have expected to be there, said nothing and quickly averted his eyes when Skye noticed him.

Trace was the only one with a voice capable of speaking to her. “Morning, Skye."

“What’s going on? Why is everyone looking at me like something’s wrong?"

Trace walked over and put a hand on her arm, “We lost contact with Billy’s boat last night. His last attempt to contact us was from two hundred fifty miles off the coast.” He paused and breathed deeply before continuing, “And he asked us to make sure you would be taken care of if we didn’t hear from him again. Skye, I’m so sorry."

She let the words pass through her ears, but wouldn’t allow them to penetrate her brain. Shaking her head, Skye looked at Brock, “We could still hear from them today. They may call us any minute now. We need to get to the lab and be there when he calls again!"

Brock pulled her in. “It’s been too long. He should have radioed back hours ago."

“The water’s too rough. It’s just taking them longer to push through it. He’s distracted. He’s lost track of time.”

“Skye, stop it. I’m sorry. He never would have left that message for you if he had any hope they’d make it back here."

She breathed deeply and closed her eyes. “When will the recovery operation begin?"

“We’re not sure. We haven’t discussed that yet. It won’t be until hurricane season passes, though.” Rafe spoke compassionately. Skye was surprised this had any affect on him. She never thought he was the type to become attached to people.

“I want to be a part of the recovery operation - ”

Rafe cut her off, “No way! There’s no way we can take you along."

She didn’t flinch, but spoke more slowly, as if she hadn’t been understood completely the first time, “I want to be there when my father’s boat is pulled up. I’m not asking permission."

Rafe stuttered, but stood firm, “Your work here is too important, Skye. We can’t lose you for that long. You’ll be here when we bring it back."

At a loss for what to say, Skye felt her body begin to tremble. Brock tightened his grip around her and spoke directly to Rafe, “She was already planning to leave with Billy on his next trip.” Seeing no sign of consent from Rafe, he continued, “Fine, I’ll do her work."

Rafe laughed, “You have your own work to do, Brock."

“I’ll work double shifts, and weekends. She can show me everything I’ll need to know before you leave.” Looking at his own father, Brock continued, his eyes pleading for help, “You can’t expect Skye to stay here. She deserves to be along when you find Billy’s boat.”

Trace nodded, “He’s right. She has every right to be there. If her work will still get done, we can’t keep her off the ship.”

Rafe was struggling to find another excuse, “Her leg. How will she dive or be of any help at all with her leg?"

“My leg will be fine by the end of the week."

Shaking his head, Rafe surrendered. “Fine. You have three months to show me Brock will be able to do both jobs well. If anything is less than perfect, you stay here.”

“Thank you.” Skye nodded and turned to leave.

Trace stopped her, “Skye, wait. I have something for you.” His hand shook as he held the envelope out to her. She took it, nodding politely, and continued out the door.

Brock wanted to follow her, but Jaslynn stopped him, “You know where she’ll be. Give her some time first."


Skye dropped down under her coconut tree. Hesitantly, she turned the envelope over in her hand. Her name was neatly written in her father’s familiar script. Opening it gently, she held her breath.



Dearest Skye,
If you are reading this, I am so sorry. I write this letter to you every year with the hope that when I return, it will be thrown in the shredder and forgotten. Whatever the reason, this year, I have not returned. You need to know, and never forget a few things. I love you more than you’ll ever be able to comprehend. The most difficult part of my job was missing so much of your life and knowing how difficult it was for you without me there. But, I’m sure you’ll understand when I say that I needed to be here. I cannot explain the power that drives a man to follow his dreams, but it is strong and cannot be fought. Which leads me to my next point; always follow your dreams, Skye. Wherever they lead you. Don’t ever let anyone or anything stop you from doing what will make you happy. If I had listened to those who tried to tell me I should stay off the ocean, yes, I’d be sitting with you today; but I’d be an unhappy, ruined, mess of a man. I hope you can forgive the path I chose. Know that I have no regrets except not seeing you one last time.
I love you, Billy

Sadie jumped over the buoy. Skye looked past her, over the horizon. She didn’t expect to see a ship today, but that didn’t stop her from watching and hoping.

Impressum

Texte: Copyright 2011 Heather M. Borger
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 04.12.2011

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