Chapter Thirty Eight

Damian.

I rose at dawn the next morning. I hadn’t slept since Hope had woken up with her nightmare. After I had soothed her, and she had fallen into a more peaceful rest, i lay awake, staring at the ceiling as i realized the impossibility of our situation.

Careful not to wake her, i showered and dressed. After checking to make sure she hadn’t been disturbed, i went quietly down the stairs. I bypassed my office, though it was my custom to begin the day with business matters.

This morning something drove me to the beach where Hope so often visited. The air was chilly blowing off the water, but i took no notice as I stood watching the waves break and slide into shore.

Hope’s past, our past, threatened her in sleep. Her memories waged war at her most unguarded moments, and what would i do when it all came back? The terrible conflict that ate at me was wearing me down. I should be angry, and at times i was. But it was also easy to forget. Here on the island, safeguarded from the rest of