After Henry left me, I attempted to contact the boatman for the nth time. When he remained outside of the coverage area, I tossed my phone into the Chesterfield sofa and sat down. I placed my hands on my head and tried to think of a different way to get home, but Henry's voice echoed in my head as he instructed me to swim to the mainland.

How could he be so cruel?

I abandoned my plan to return home around five o'clock in the afternoon and began searching for Henry. I discovered him smoking a cigarette on the veranda. I told him, “I believe I will have to accept...