The following day, two additional bodyguards arrived at our island. Yep, our island. I could think of the hut as a home now, too. Both changes in thought were self-preservation. Scared didn't come close to touching the terror I felt over any thoughts of leaving. I could easily stay here for the rest of my life. We could build another hut for my father. He would do anything to keep me safe, including giving up his seat on the Senate floor.
And monkeys could fly, red shoes would save my world, and I was a fool.
