The sharp whir of a helicopter cut through my sleep the next morning. By the time my eyes adjusted, Sergio was already gone from the room. I pushed the blanket off and moved to the window in time to see the couple climbing aboard and lifting away from the island, growing smaller until they disappeared into the pale sky.
This place was cut off — no signal, no outside contact, no way to reach anyone. Most days I didn't see another person besides Sergio. Calling for help under his watch wasn't just difficult. It was impossible.
And still, my belly kept growing. Every day I looked down at it and thought of Lewis, somewhere out there, not knowing.
