Rachel climbed to the top floor of the Whitesun Hotel.
She needed to check on Kunta and Zakthar. Zakthar was still unconscious, and she wanted to know whether anything had changed.
It was a small task, but at least it was something she could do.
Whenever she stopped moving, her thoughts returned to Brigantine. To Ryan on the shore. To the way he had told them to leave while Gaspar stood between him and the boat.
It flashed like a nightmare in her head.
Rachel tightened her hand around the stair rail and kept climbing.
At the top of the stairs, she turned toward Kunta's room. Before she reached it, the door opened and Rebecca stepped into the corridor.
Rebecca stopped when she saw her.
Her expression fell.
"Big sister…" she came closer. "Are you okay?"
Rachel tried to smile.
"I'm fine."
Rebecca looked at her for a moment.
"No, you're not."
Rachel's smile faded.
