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“It was really great of you to shine some light on these important issues,” I emphasize. “How did you find out about it anyway?”
April smiles. “I’m a reporter,” she says. “Even though the Hawthorne parties are exclusive, I have my ways of getting in. When I noticed one paper turtle on the buffet table, I didn’t think much of it. It was the turtle in my bathroom stall that made me suspicious, and then when I saw one in a planter, I figured something was up.”
I smile. “I think I was the one who used the planter to hide it.”
“It was a good move,” April compliments. “You managed to get my attention, for sure. With these articles, I think we can spread even more awareness.”
“Did you say articles?” Lily asks. “As in, plural?”
April nods. “I'm interested in doing a more in-depth piece about the environmental footprint of the marina, and it seems you have some valuable insights.”
Lily and I look at each other. I can read her expression like a book.
She wants to interview us.Lily’s face seems to say.Us, of all people?
“So what do you say?” April asks. “Can I ask you a few questions?”
“Well,” I say after thinking for a moment. “I do think that it’s time people knew about the light pollution problem at Sovereign Harbor.”
Lily nods in agreement, her face reflecting the same determination. “You're right, Em. We've been trying to make a change on our own, but maybe it's time we let our voices be heard on a bigger platform. If she can help us do that, then I'm all for it.”
April offers a warm smile. “I promise to do justice to your cause in the article. It's crucial that we raise awareness about environmental issues, especially when it involves a place as prominent as Sovereign Harbor. I'm hoping we can all work together on this.”
With a collective sense of purpose, Lily and I nod in agreement. We continue to discuss the details.
There's an undeniable sense of determination in the room, driven by the belief that change is possible, one story at a time.
Chapter twelve
Alex
Two weeks later
Knock, knock, knock.I reluctantly roll over in my cabin, groaning at the unwelcome intrusion into my peaceful slumber. I look at my smart watch and notice it's only 07:00 A.M.
Who the fuck...
My wake-up alarm is set to 08:00 A.M. every morning, and I hate being awoken before the alarm goes off.
As I contemplate ignoring the disturbance and sinking back into the comfort of my blankets, the pounding continues, each rap on the door echoing like a relentless drumbeat. It's clear that this is not a matter that will simply go away on its own. I'm forced to haul myself out from under the covers.
“Damn it,” I mutter.
Before opening the door to address the persistent pounding, I pause for a moment to glance at myself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at me reveals a disheveled, sleepy version of the man I usually present to the world. With a tiredsigh, I adjust my robe, attempting to regain some semblance of composure, before finally opening the door to confront the source of the disturbance.
I reluctantly swing open the cabin door, revealing Ben's furious figure standing on the other side.
“What the fuck, man,” I say. “How come you're up so early?”
An air of intense anger has replaced his normally cheerful demeanor.
“Have you seen this?” Ben snarls.
My gaze falls upon the magazine clutched tightly in his hand, and my eyes widen as I read the bold headline: “Sovereign Harbor - Turtle Killers?”
Ben's eyes bore into mine, demanding an explanation for the damning accusation that has somehow found its way onto the pages of the publication.
“No, I haven’t,” I say, reaching for the magazine. “But, come inside.”
