REMI'S POV
The call came on the eighth day.
I was in the water and Dax was on the beach with Isolde and my phone was buzzing on the towel and I ignored it for forty-five seconds because I was underwater and when I came up Dax was reading the screen with an expression I recognized.
"It's Marisol," he said.
"She calls every two days," I said.
"She's called three times in the last twenty minutes," he said.
I was out of the water in approximately one second.
Dax handed me the phone. I called back.
"Are you all right?" I said, before she'd said anything.
"Fine," she said. "Emory is fine. Everyone is fine." Her voice had the texture of someone who has been making a decision and has arrived at it. "I have something to tell you and I didn't want to tell you on the island because I didn't
