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“Promise?” I asked desperately. Weeks of being on my own island weren’t working for my fragile psyche. Even if I could hear their voices every now and then, it would bring me comfort.

“Promise,” he reassured me.

Now all I could do was sit and pray. And above all, hope I could gather enough information on my location so I could return home. Where I belonged.