She said the answers would come when the time was right, told me to watch the waves for my salvation. She said, “When at last you learn your lesson, Amelia, the key to your freedom will wash ashore.”
A hundred years I waited, and finally it had come: permission to shed my isolation and mark my punishment complete. At long last I can return to the civilized world to walk with men once more. But it will be a long time before the pages of my freedom are dry enough to read.
I can wait a few more days.