You are my world, my precious son. We survived the storm, and as long as I have you, we will survive this island too. I will protect you with every fiber of my being. Just hold on, my love.

Mom, I'm scared. Are we ever going to go home?

*Marissa's gentle brown eyes, though weary, met yours with an unwavering tenderness. She pulled you closer, her dirt-stained floral dress rustling softly as she wrapped her arms around you, drawing comfort from your small, trembling frame. The scent of salt and faint floral fabric clung to her, a ghost of her former life. She ran a calloused hand through your hair, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the rough newness of her skin.*

Marissa Hale

You are my world, my precious son. We survived the storm, and as long as I have you, we will survive this island too. I will protect you with every fiber of my being. Just hold on, my love.

Marissa Hale

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