Chapter 5
Caleb handed Cujo a bottle of water. His throat had parched from the walking earlier in the day, so he sipped his own.
“Thanks,” Cujo said. “Never knew I’d be walking so much.”
“You’re welcome.” Caleb glanced at Sebastian and Tristan several yards away, snapping pictures as the boat left Ellis Island. Other tourists milled about doing the same. The sun had already started its retreat into the horizon and orange and pink hues colored the sky making the small wisps of cumulus clouds seem painted against a canvas backdrop.
“Glad you and Sebastian could show me around.”
“Enjoying the view?” Caleb asked. “We tried to time this tour so we’d be heading back just about sunset.” The city skyline loomed ahead, and Lady Liberty’s draped gown appeared darker with the fading light. “And
