Chapter 92

I fall quiet and think it through, seeing something I never even considered before, and it forms a slight lifting of hope in my chest. Jyeon’s right, and from OLO to the west pier is about a twenty-minute drive maximum, then fifteen miles by boat is thirty minutes, and you’re on my island. It’s less than an hour and not even close to some people’s commutes to work. The city’s far north has employees who take the subways for longer than that to their day job, and Jyeon would be in comfort. He could get up early, go to work and still come home for dinner. We could make this relationship work even if I go home and he stays in OLO.

“When did you buy a yacht?” I know for a fact we never owned one before.

“When my wife fell into the sea, I wanted to check every coastline surrounding the Drythe river when search parties had nowhere else to look. Figured doing it myself was the best way to know I was searching every inch.” He says it matter-of-factly, and I cannot detect any lie