We are on our way.
Much earlier than planned, as we no longer believe that Elijah will be returning to the country home with the Purser.
The children are helpful, eager in fact, to shoulder their small portion of our belongings.
Mary looks back at the burning sky behind us and worries. I assure her in the strongest terms that her husband and Elijah are safe and most likely at sea. I can feel it in my bones.