“I don’t know.”
“Do you still have feelings for me? Do you care at all—”
“Of course I do. There’s such a lot to consider with what came to light yesterday.”
“You felt betrayed.”
Guy got up and went to the closet. He grabbed his backpack from a hanger, and then took it over to the bed. “We need to get going. What time does the launch arrive?”
“You know as well as I. Nine AM. Promptly.” He glanced at his wristwatch. “8:25 now. We’ve plenty of time. Most of our party has had breakfast and some are already down at the dock, waiting.”
Guy laughed.
“What?”
“You said party. A misnomer if ever I heard one. What happened here was not all fun and games, and you damn well know it.”
“No, it was not all fun and games, but I still believe Devonshire—”
“With it’s sad and horrible connection to suffering and dying children, was the most appropriate setting for this miraculous change in behavior.”
“I do, and in time, you will as well.”