Wheeling Gull Isle The promises were spoiled before they left your lips

Sure.

She listened to him go without another comment, knowing she’d likely interact as little as possible with them while she waited for Killdeer to be ready to go.

A part of her felt guilty. A bigger part reasoned that she didn’t owe them anything. And the biggest part fiercely, deeply, and uncontrollably missed Fig right now. She’d have given about anything to have him show up and ask if she wanted to ditch off to the shore for a while.

He’d always had her back and she’d ruined it. It was hard to ignore that with so much space to think.