#Chapter 122 – Port

Jane The last few days have passed in a dizzying haze. I’ve slept through much of our journey, and though Ethan has remained by my side in my waking hours, I do have to wonder what he, Eric and Linda have been planning while I rest. Today we’ve finally reached a midway port to resupply for the rest of the trip, and when Ethan wakes me with the news that I can finally get off this boat, I can’t move fast enough. When I emerge from his luxury cabin and feel the blaze of the unforgiving tropical sun for the first time, I can only think of my babies. Would the traffickers give them sunscreen? Would they have enough water? The worry consumes me so quickly and powerfully my knees go weak. It’s almost too tempting to return to the drug induced haze I’ve floated in the past few days, but I know that isn’t right. It’s a selfish inclination, to save myself having to feel these things, when my pups don’t have any such luxury. I tell Ethan as much as he helps me off the boat. “I don’t want