You’re well?” “Yes, everything is fine. Ian has made sure I’m in a very safe place.” “He told me. It sounds perfect. I’m very grateful to him.” Sofie couldn’t tell her father that being with Ian was both a burden and a gift at the same time. “It’s lovely, too. But we’re waiting for a storm to pass now. It’s expected late tomorrow and will be over by the next morning.” “How bad a storm?” Her father wanted to know. “He said the island has seen worse.” “Alright, but if you feel the least bit worried, you call and I’ll see what I can do for you.” “Thank you, Papa.” There wasn’t anything he could do from another continent, but she appreciated his protectiveness. For as hard as her mother was, her father was a warm, sweet man. “How are you and Mama? And Anna? Is she recovering?” “Your mother and I are fine. Anna is doing much better. She’s awake, alert, and eating. We are still making her rest, but she will recover fully.” “Where are you?
