Wheeling Gull Isle rankova

he knew heda could stand here till the end of time.

a pillar to the things that he hadn't failed, perhaps the true foundation of sweetharbor was her. not him, not his beliefs. he shoveled guilt down his throat, into the flames of his belly.

i have worries, but i love the island and all it has done for me. for us.

and he could not bring himself to dig up his worries if she did not ask.