Part XVII: Questions and Resolutions
I lace up my boots.
‘Where are their graves?’
‘I’ll show you.’
‘Just tell me. I need to think.’
I’d have found them without directions. He’s marked them with rocks – the one with the heart-shaped rock must be my mother’s. Why did we leave this outpost with the world around us turning lethal? Why did Tom let us go?
He’s right about the camp. They won’t survive much longer. The storms have become more dangerous and storm season is growing ever longer.
I don’t want to turn into their saviour. But I can’t condemn them to my parent’s fate, either.