Meeting the Atlantic

CALLA'S POV

He told me we were going to the island on a Wednesday morning while I was eating toast.

Not asked. Told. Which was a distinction I had largely cured him of over the past year, but which reappeared occasionally in the delivery of things he had already decided and was informing me of as a courtesy.

"When?" I said.

"Friday," he said.

"Camila just left."

"Camila left nine days ago," he sai