"Samuel, don't forget,” she continued, her voice calm yet filled with suppressed pain. “I died once because of you. And don't forget those days on the island. How are you any better than them?"

She didn’t wait for his reply. There was nothing left to say. She turned back to her packing, her movements brisk and resolute.

She left to find her daughter and never came back.

Samuel didn't call after her.

He sat there, her words replaying ...