15. Claire
15
CLAIRE
C laire’s diary, July 18, 2015.
I’m not convinced Calypso is safe from Daddy’s wrath.
I stayed in the stables last night. The floor was hard and uncomfortable and the stiff straw kept stabbing me. But when Calypso laid down, I made her my pillow. I rested my head on her belly and listened to the rise and fall of each breath.
I couldn’t sleep all night. I closed my eyes and drifted in and out. Eventually, I heard the barn doors jangle open. I listened to the heavy footsteps approaching and opened my eyes. The soft glow of the lantern got brighter and brighter before finally stopping at Calypso’s pen.
Daddy crouched down to meet me at my level. His mouth was a thin line under his mustache.
“I won’t go to the river,” I told him. I could barely recognize my own voice. It was hoarse and raspy from crying. “Never again. I promise .”
Those dark eyes never moved. But Daddy stood up, taking the lantern with him. He’s made a decision. A decision to forgive me.
It will hurt not to see Ransom. It will hurt to give up my little sanctuary by the river.
But I have to do it.
I will keep my promise.
I always keep my promises.