Rosalind

Orlando takes my hand and helps me up to the summit. There's a field of beautiful flowers, but nothing else.

"Gorgeous flowers," I comment.

"That's what you notice?" he asks.

"What? I like flowers. And these are gorgeous. I love them." I shield my eyes from the glare of the sun and look around, out onto the island and beyond. Orlando was right about it being a good vantage point. It's the highest point on the island, and I can see everything. ...