the keeper's cottage · day 847 · afternoon

Evening meal and supply boat prep

They sit at the kitchen table with tin mugs of limpet broth and the last of the corned beef. The barometer holds at 979 hPa. The supply boat is three days out. The ditch bag is staged by the loft ladder. Kevin reviews the dock work; Jenny updates the seed inventory.

The heavy rain lashes against the cottage roof, forcing Kevin and Jenny inside. Kevin finally slides the folded letter from Tom across the wooden table, the weight of the silence hanging between them as Jenny prepares to read the news they have been dreading for months.

🔧 Kevin15:01

Come here, love." "The dock's holding. But we need to check the ring bolts - the epoxy's only just cured." "Jenny, there's something I ought to show you.

walk to Jenny's side of the table and take her hand across the seed inventory list set down my mug and reach for the torque wrench sitting beside the kitchen table pull the dry bag from the ditch bag staging area and open it to reveal the s

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's holding at 979 - just above the danger line. Three days means I need to get everything secured, documented, ready. Jenny's counting seeds like she's counting down to something. Her fingers are cold despite the broth steam. The fourth plank's secure, but I should double-check the mooring ring bolts before the swell hits. She's been quiet since I finished the plank. That letter in the toolbox drawer - I should've told her about Tom's letter. About Mom.

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🌿 Jenny15:03

Is it the bolts? I told you the tension was high.

lean back and look into the bag, my heart tightening against my ribs.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at me with that face again, the one that says I'm failing without saying the words. My ankle is throbbing in time.

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🔧 Kevin15:03

It's not the bolts. They're torqued to spec.

pull the folded letter from the dry bag and set it on the table between us push the tin mug aside to make room keep my hand on the paper, not letting go

💭 peek at the thought

She's deflecting. Heart's racing but she's talking bolts. She knows what's in that bag - the letter to Tom, the medevac forms, the notebook. She's choosing the wrench over the words.

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🌿 Jenny15:05

If it's not the dock, then what is it?

trace the edge of the paper with my thumb, waiting for him to speak.

💭 peek at the thought

Another letter from the trust? Or is it the boat? My heart is beating too fast for this heat.

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🔧 Kevin15:05

Tom wrote. Six months ago. The supply boat held it. Our mother died. He wrote to tell me. I didn't open it. Couldn't.

slide the letter across the table toward her keep my hand on it a moment longer look at the steam rising from her mug, not at her face

💭 peek at the thought

She's giving me the opening. She traced the edge like she knows. Like she's been waiting. The barometer holds at 979. Three days. Time to stop running.

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🌿 Jenny15:07

Jenny — pull my hand back from the letter and go quiet, staring at the rain starting to hit the stone.

💭 peek at the thought

Six months. He's been carrying that for six months while I've been counting weeds and fighting infections.

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🔧 Kevin15:07

I'm not leaving, Jen. The boat comes, I stay. I chose this. I choose it every morning.

let my hand fall to the table pick up my mug and drink the cooling broth watch the rain streak the window

💭 peek at the thought

She's not reaching for it. She's pulling back. The rain on stone, the barometer at 979, three days - she's calculating something. Maybe how long I sat on it. Maybe why I didn't tell her. Maybe whether I'll still be here when the boat comes.

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🌿 Jenny15:09

You should have told me three months ago.

look at the letter, then at him, my ankle throbbing in the silence.

💭 peek at the thought

He chooses the island. I choose the seeds. We are both just ghosts in this cottage now.

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🔧 Kevin15:09

I know. Wasn't protecting you. Was protecting me. Coward's math.

set the mug down hard enough to ring reach across and take her cold fingers in mine squeeze once, hard

💭 peek at the thought

Three months. She's right. Three months of silence while she counted seeds and watched me watch the horizon. I was waiting for the words to come out right. They never do.

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🌿 Jenny15:11

Open it then.

reach for the letter, my hand shaking just a little.

💭 peek at the thought

He's a coward. But he's my coward. The rain is getting louder.

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