SS 38


The next morning, I woke up in bed alone. Jonah must’ve moved me sometime during the night. I changed back into my swimsuit and went outside to find Jonah taking the boat out again. “It’s a great day for fishing, Mel! I’m going to catch us some lunch.” He called to me. “Are you sure you want to go back out there? Especially after the weird things that you heard yesterday?” I shouted back. He chuckled from the boat. “I’m sure it was just too much sun. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, babe!” But he wasn’t fine. And I did worry…because he didn’t come back that day. Or the day after. His boat was found in pieces merely miles away from shore about a week later. It was monsoon season and the Coast Guard was sure he’d gone down in a rogue wave. I’m not sure what happened out there but I knew deep down that he was gone…still I waited. Yet another week passed and the grief eventually set in. I called Hannah and had a long tearful conversation with her. She told me that she knew something bad had happened…a mother always knows. She’d lost her son, I’d lost the love of my life, and my child would grow up without a father. There was nothing I could do but go back home…


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