I found his earbuds. I know they're his because they're red. He was here. The air is thin! I'm suffocating! I can't breathe. I know there's no way home! I'll fade from everyone's minds. But then that's best, less painful. And I'll still be here, trapped, doomed to die!
Less than a week ago. Milo was here. And Dieu made sure I was too sick to make it to the door. He was pounding on the door and screaming my name, hoping I was inside. It wasn't a dream when I was sick, it was my older brother, and I was too sick to realize.
What's the point, Grann?
Now here I am, back inside the driftwood shelter at Strawberry Clay, and I'll stay until I'm discovered. I tried to get Bijou to stay with me, but she'd rather chase sand birds on the beach. I spent all day yesterday moving driftwood to the altar site, to what avail? I'm doomed. I'm tired of the rain. I'm tired of the tears on my notebook. I'm never going to see Ma mere again.
I didn't think Milo cared enough about me to search. Milo dropped his red earbuds on the sand where the ocean meets the beach; why didn't I see the earbuds when I was mapping the area? It was Milo at the door, shouting my name. Why didn't I wake up? Grann, why does Dieu hate me?