Ivy’s eyes were achy. “They must think I’m dead... My father and brothers must be so sad right now...”

Vince came to a halt and looked up at her. He felt a pang of sadness when he saw her expression of despair.

“We still need a glimmer of hope.”

“What hope is there?”

Ivy looked up at him, her eyes gleaming as if reflecting a sea of stars.

“Throughout history, there have been accounts of people crossing the seas by swimming,” Vince said as he froze.

“Will you please stop talking?!” Ivy stated.

“Okay.”

Ivy dozed off on a pile of leaves, unaware that she had fallen into a deep...