I live in the yacht now after my second week of stay. It started when Georgina—or is it Laney, I forgot—called me to tell me she’s pregnant. I packed my bags and took a vacation. I left my Captain in the station. I wanted to be alone and not hear another story about his lovely wife. I don’t even have one. I don’t want one. My phone beeps. It’s Georgia—or Laney, I forgot. Ah, Georgina. She tells me she lost the baby. She asks me to come home. She misses me, she says. I turn off my phone and remove my sunglasses to watch the sun.
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