I found his earbuds. I know they're his because they're red. He was here. The air is suffocating me! I can't breathe. I know there's no way home! I'll fade from their minds. But maybe that's best, less painful. And I'll still be here, trapped, and doomed to die!
Less than a week ago. Bobby 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, it was my brother, and I was too sick to open the door.
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. And I'm tired of the tears on my notebook.
I'm never going to see Ma mere again.
I didn't think Bobby Lee cared about me but he cared about me enough to search! And he dropped his earbuds on the beach where the ocean meets the sand.
Why didn't I see the earbuds when I was mapping the area? It was Bobby at the door, shouting my name. Why didn't I wake up? Grann, why does Dieu hate me?
