Days passed after the child died. Life on the Island of Kain slowly continued.
Edward rarely spoke. He tried to understand the layout of the island for a better chance of survival. When he was not exploring the island, he sat outside the cave, staring at the sea in silence.
Dorothy also became quieter. She spent many hours sitting alone, holding the small cloth that once belonged to their son.
The pain of losing him still filled her heart. Many times she thought of dying, but she never had the courage.
Mary watched the two of them and felt uneasy. She knew they were suffering, but she did not want them to sink into despair forever. Since they had decided to survive on the island, they should do their best to live as well as possible.
So one evening, Mary finally spoke.
"You two are still young," she said slowly.
Edward and Dorothy both looked up at her.
