*Shelby.*

Michael stared at me for a long time after I said that I would be leaving when we got to port the next day. Or at least I hoped I would be. I didn’t even know where we would be, let alone if there was an airport or a ticket home I could afford.

“I would really hate to see you go, Shelby,” he said with a serious look on his face.

“I think it's for the best,” I answered softly.

“The best for ...