After Alonzo had let James and Edwin in the farmhouse, he didn’t bother to return to his room at the Candlelight Inn or even go back to London.
Instead, he began to walk in a direction, a northeastern one specifically, and he only planned to stop and rest during the day.
His thoughts weighed heavy as he hoped he wouldn’t regret not saying goodbye to Edwin. And he also hoped that James wouldn’t slip up and say that he was still alive. The last thing he needed was for Edwin to try and find him, even if it wasn’t to get back together.
Edwin deserved to move on with his life, and Alonzo deserved to move on with his.
As the days and nights went by, Alonzo felt his feet begin to grow weary as he made it to a dock. Sneaking on to one of the boats, he propped himself against a barrel to rest and continue thinking.
Was he making the right choice running away like this? Yes, he knew he was. And he also knew it wasn’t running. There was nothing to run from, only somewhere to go.