Jasmine

When I entered the dining room for breakfast, the somber mood was palpable. I took the seat across from Mia, Josefina to my side at one end where she always sat.

“Any word?” I asked, pulling out my chair.

Mia shook her head.

It had been three days since we’d said goodbye to our husbands on the boat ramp. Three days since we stood next to one another and watched the long cigarette boat soar out of sight.

Immediately, members of the staff ...