Chapter ONE - Weebly

He was sure she would object, that after all that had
happened she would want to protect Holin even from
this. But she surprised him. “Yes, but I’m staying right
here.”
“Of course.” He put down his tea cup and shifted to
the sofa so that he was sitting beside the boy. He gently
shook Holin and spoke his name. At first Holin merely
stirred without waking, but Ethan shook him again and
called to him a second time. After another moment, the
boy rolled over, his eyes open. He looked at Ethan and
then his mother before lying back and staring up at the
ceiling.
“How are you feeling, Holin?” Ethan asked.
The boy swallowed. “Confused.” His voice sounded
weak.
“Are you in any pain? Do you feel sick?”
He shook his head and cleared his throat. “No,
nothing like that. I don’t remember … How did I get
here?”
“I brought you home. What’s the last thing you do
remember?”
“Walking up from the wharf. It was light still. What