Wheeling Gull Isle but i just can't believe him

miseria answered in stride.

he wondered if God already began to guide her hand. regardless his eyes filled with warmth as he encouraged her to carry on.

father.

it was not the wrong term, yet only she called him such here.

regardless, he stashed it and returned focus to the man. deciding upon himself — for no answer had been given to his offer — that the man would stay. if he took off in the night, then so be it.

otherwise sweetharbor would be his sanctuary.

for now, he remained silent. unwilling to overwhelm the man.