The storm had finally passed on the island.

Early the next morning, Marlowe headed upstairs to check on Mitchel.

"Be careful not to let my grandfather find you," she whispered before heading to the beach with Brock. The recent rain had brought a bounty of fish, and they had a successful morning fishing. Yet, Marlowe's mind always wandered to Mitchel back at the house.

She worried about his wound. Had it healed at all? Had he passed out again?

Moreover, he mentioned someone was supposed to pick him up in the morning. How was she supposed to sneak him out without alerting her grandfather?