“I was thinking I could sail with you to Butterfly Harbor...” Sienna still had an ounce of hope.

Monty didn’t choke. Not exactly. But he did clear his throat and his eyes were dazed. He practically gasped when he blurted, “You want to what?”

“Just hear me out!” She held up both hands. “I’ve been on boats my whole life. My grandmother taught me so I’d have something in common with my father. Not that that went any... Never mind.”

She always babbled when she panicked. “I cook pretty well, so we wouldn’t starve and you could eat more than peanut-butter sandwiches. I’ve always felt at home on the water, as if it’s where I belong, and maybe that’s what I need now. Just some time away from...everything. While I figure out what to do. I promise, once we get to Butterfly Harbor, you’ll never see me again.”

She’d get everything figured out by then.

She’d have to.