Wheeling Gull Isle Touch

It was the loneliest night he’d ever spent, and the last one staying in the Green Hills. He couldn’t sleep there anymore, not without Malakai, mom, Dinah and Simeon, nor Ava or Ana or his little brothers. There were too many ghosts around. They were loud in the night.

“Dad?” It is still dark when he goes in search of his father. When he finds @Caracal his tread slows. A thin layer of ocean mist separates them. His ears quiver.

“I need to learn to swim. C-can you teach me?”