Chapter 18

Ahead of them, the road began to wind inland. So far, the ocean had been an ever-present reminder that connected Markle to his home and family. From here, they would even leave it behind. His heart felt heavy and his steps took more effort.

“It’s not too late to turn back,” Frye said, his voice barely audible over the sound of their footsteps along the dirt path.

“I can’t stay there.”

“Why do you have the courage to leave because they won’t accept you, but now that you’re free of them, you can’t accept yourself?”

“I don’t expect you to understand. Your hometown doesn’t treat you as an outcast. You’ve no idea how the isolation affects a person.”

“I’ve been on my own for the past three years. I know that feeling, Markle.”

Markle looked sideways at the dancer. “Will you tell me why you left?”

Frye lifted his shoulders. “Too complicated to get into.”

“We have probably four or five days of walking. You can explain it.”