Troy

The landscape was totally changed from the lush greenery and long beaches we had been following for roughly a month. The shallows of the pass gave way to deeper water, allowing us to travel at a quicker speed, the engines working double-time as we sped forward into the unknown with the compass pointing straight ahead.

It was a week before Maeve’s birthday. She had been moodier than usual as we neared it, knowing what it meant.

She would finally come ...