We stayed like that for some time. Then Harold walked in, saw me crying and he too hugged me silently. I turned from Lisa, threw myself at Harold and ...urled up on his lap, still crying. Harold kissed me on the head. He wriggled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dried my face. ‘Hello, Candice,’ he said in a normal voice ‘It’s nice to see you again. But what’s all this about?’ I sniffed. ‘Hello Harold. I’m sorry to blub all over you two. I just want to look beautiful when I get married.’. That's what his buddy said at least. He flipped an old van over while making a delivery. Samuel was some kind of courier, according to the friend. He was the kind who paid no income taxes. The man who explained that also handed me an envelope filled with cash. I never bothered to ask what he had carried in the panel vans he drove.I graduated high school shortly after Samuel went into the ground, after a closed casket service, I might add. My mother and even my dad seemed to be broken after that. Was it possible that she was alive? She had taken the liferaft, which meant that she had initially been better off than Lance and Autumn. Or had she? Had a wave swept her away like them? Had she never even had time to reach the raft?Even if she had, she might never have reached the island. The visibility last night was almost nonexistent, so she wouldn't have known which way to row. Left at the mercy of the storm, she might have been blown in the wrong direction, which could put her fifty miles. We two had a eye contact for a second. Then I turned to the other side instantly due to fear.Later I came to Know that these ladies daily board the same bus by the way they are discussing with the conductor. Then my Junction came and went home but the incident was flashing every second in my eyes. I just can’t control and masturbated twice that night thinking about her. This first incident happened at January this year.From the very next day daily I started boarding the same bus only to stare.