Almara’s PovWe don’t find Grace. Darkness has now blanketed the sky and with it the feeling of defeat. The once welcomed dazzling stars now seem to mock me as a reminder that time yet another day has come and go and I am’ without my daughter.Arthur and I sit side by side mindlessly watch the waves lap one another. My open wounds from getting cut my branches and torn skin from stepping on shells stings in the salty air. I don’t mind the pain though, I hardly pay attention to it.
Almara’s PovThe next thing I know I’m being shaken awake. “She’s here.” I hear a voice say in my dream. Wait, that voice is Arthur’s. “Almara, she’s back.” I shoot my eyes open and sit up in such a rush my head spins, but I can see her.“Grace.” I gasp and reach my arms out to her. Arthur hands her over to me and instantly tears are flooding down my cheeks and pouring all over Grace as I smother her in kisses. “Where we’re you?” I ask her in between wet kisses. “Where was she?&
Almara’s PovThe ship sent to pick us up is delayed. It was supposed to come sometime yesterday, but never did. I begin to think about living the rest of our lives on this Island. I don’t hate the idea, what I don’t love is it wouldn’t be by choice.We have zero cell service so we can’t call the company and make sure they know we still need to be rescued, we can’t call our parents who, no doubt, will begin to worry if we are not back by tonight, in fact we can’t call any one to let them know where we are.
Almara’s PovWe make it back home in once piece. The three day cruise ride back was better than every other day spent on that Island. It was the vacation I knew we could have. We played different deck games, enjoyed our fair share of cocktails and sunsets, and Grace was always in our sight.When we finally got service we answered all the worried texts and calls from our parents who heard about the ship that sunk. Still, that didn’t stop them from waiting outside the font door with worry lines creasing their foreheads when we stepped out of the car.
Almara’s PovArthur and I return home after the doctor’s appointment beaming off of one another’s heightened energy.“Did you see the way she interweaved through the obstacles?” Arthur says, practically jumping into the air to demonstrate a bob and weave motion. “She’s going to be so sneaky when it comes to hunting.” He says with utter pride.I laugh, giddy with the excitement. “I know.” I say in agreement. “But what about how fa
Almara’s Pov“Here they are!” Arthur exclaims while slapping a stack of papers down on the elegant office desk.“What is this?” I ask, more so out of habit but my eyes can already see it’s a list of addresses and houses. I hand Grace to Arthur so that I can flip through the different sheets.“My realtor just emailed them over, she gave us a good mix.” Arthur says running a hand through his still wet hair from his shower. He smells like pine and eu
Almara’s PovMy parents were thrilled when I told them Grace and I would visit home for a little while. It made them all the more eager to pack their bags and be rid of the Covington residence. It’s a long drive back to Shady Maple where I grew up and each mile feels like a hundred.I sit in the back seat of my parents old SUV, I can’t remember a time when they didn’t have this car. I’d offer to get them a new one, but something tells me they wouldn’t graciously accept the offer knowing the money is coming from the Hurricane Pack, rather th
Almara’s Pov“That was productive!” My father says, clicking his seatbelt. We’re back in the car and this trip home is already proving itself to be an odd one.“It was.” I agree. We signed a three-week contract where I can drop Grace off as need be and pick her up on my own time as long as it’s not after 6pm- which won’t be a problem.It was a great deal and not only with Grace be introduced to cubs her age, but she’ll get a jump start on th