After listening to Mrs. Cessly’s words, Ivan immediately hopped on a horse and sprang to port. This time there was no Basil by his side, it was just him. While he galloped top speed, the events from these past six years came to his mind.

When he arrived, the ship had already sailed. He was too late, again.

He felt an empty space in his heart. He got down his exhausted horse and slowly walked to the edge of the beach. He had a desperate expression on his face.

He stood there looking at the horizon when he felt something hot. There were hot tears trailing down his face. All...