Chapter 409

• It’s late afternoon, and I’m pacing on the upper deck in a mix of agitation and anger. I’m filled with a turmoil of emotions, and I want to scream.
• “I’m not talking to you!” I pout childishly, rage beginning to grow inside me at his confession. Turning away from him on the boat's main deck, I pull my sarong tightly around my waist and tie it off with an angry tug.
• “Bambina, please.” He tries to catch my arm, but I storm away. He stifles a laugh and comes at me again, “You’re really mad at me?” He sounds like he’s in disbelief that I could actually be angry over this.