Bab 309: Chapter 89 : Babies on a Plane

Maeve

I kept my mind blank for the rest of the evening. I couldn’t form a rational thought if I tried. Hanna had told me what she’d seen but was adamant she wasn’t sure what it meant. The fact that she was unsure was the only shred of hope I had left.

I was laying in bed in my room, my eyes fixated on the far wall. Troy was packing, stuffing clothes into a suitcase as he rifled through my dresser, grabbing whatever he could get his hands on.

We hadn’t spoken since I’d left the house with Rowan. Troy had been down at the dock for most of the evening with Dad, deciding whether or not the plane could taxi safely out of the inlet. They decided we’d be leaving on the next tide, which was now only an hour away.

I didn’t tell him what Hanna saw. That she had seen us, twenty years from now. At least, I thought, we would still have each other.