Island living on top of it.
Andshewas here.
He wasn’t sure where, but on this island, that much he knew.
He grabbed his two bags by the handles, pulling them toward the elevator. Not a ton of stuff for a month, but it wasn’t as if he was going too many places.
He could buy what he needed.
He’d been doing that for years.
Once the elevator hit the third floor, he got off and walked to his room, flashed the card and opened the door.
The first thing he saw was a view of the Atlantic Ocean.
Gloomy, mysterious, almost rough in the distance as if all its secrets were hidden well.
He loved it!
Once he pulled his eyes from the view, he looked around at the small galley kitchen on one wall, a four-person table, then a couch and two chairs with a mounted TV. A desk on another wall.
The door to his right had him popping his head in to see his room with the king sized bed facing the same view as the living room, the bathroom right next door to it.
He wheeled his bags in and sat on the bed, then lay back and stretched his arms over his head. This would do. Damn comfy too.
Might as well unpack before he tackled dinner. It’d be an early one, but he’d been on the road bright and early driving from Baltimore where he’d been visiting his grandmother.
Between the drive and waiting for the ferry, then the ride over, his travel time had almost two more hours tacked onto it.
Well worth it. Or so he was telling himself.
When the last of his belongings was put away, his phone rang.
He looked around and saw it on the table where he’d tossed it, noticed it was his grandmother calling, and answered.
“Hi, Grandma.”
“Did you get there okay?”
“I just finished unpacking and then will figure out food.”
“You made good time.”
“Good enough. Not something I want to do often.”
He could have flown in and rented a car, but it seemed crazy for him to do that and leave his vehicle at his grandmother’s.
It wasn’t as if he had his own place.
Stupid for someone his age, but he’d been living his life on the road for the past three years. More or less.
If he spent more than several months anywhere, he’d rent a house.
Ever since he hit it big and had the freedom to do whatever he wanted, he’d been struggling to figure out what that actually was.
Guess he got it from his parents, only in a different form.
“One of these days you’ll find your place,” Sophie Crest said.
