“Are you alright Chase?” I didn’t glance back at Mom. I just kept leaning over the railing of the ship and staring out at the setting sun over the ocean, casting its luminous glow upon the shifting waves. The ship was just now leaving the docks and heading south. I was wearing a button down shirt and long skirt that Mom had insisted I wear. I was in no mood to argue with her…though I had insisted that she let me leave my hair down. I didn’t like the idea of tying it up or putting it in a pony tail. I needed some freedom. Mom and Dad had both done a lot of prep work to make this cruise happen, and now to finally be out and on the sea felt…it felt liberating. Maybe Dad was finally taking that step forward. I stopped myself at that thought…it was unfair of me to start talking like Dad was the only guilty party. I was as much to blame for this mess. I bit my lip and just kept looking ahead, my sunglasses keeping my eyes hidden.