She reclines against my father’s chest. His arm circles her waist. Their show of affection makes me vaguely embarrassed. Are parents allowed to cuddle in public?

My father’s white shirt, white linen slacks, and glass of white wine all seem to glow in the dusk. His slick black hair is perfectly combed. His Mona Lisa–like smile makes him look like he’s just woken from a beautiful reverie.

My mother gazes out over the field of poppies, sunflowers, and baby blue eyes that lead down to the lake. She sighs contentedly. “When I die, sprinkle my ashes in the water here. I like the view.”

“Mom!” I say.

She laughs gently. “My dear, dying is nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens to everyone.”

“Okay, but can we not talk about it now?”

She gives me a playful pinch on the arm. “Ana, it’s good to be honest about such things. Besides, I’m just saying…this would be a nice place to rest in peace.”

“But you’re not dying!”

“What?” Dev stops his sparkler dance and marches over, on high alert for scandal. “Who’s dying?”

The sparkler sheds a cascade of golden starbursts across his bare arm. He doesn’t seem to notice.

“No one is dying,” my father assures us. “At least, not until after I’ve finished my chardonnay.” His eyes gleam with humor. They’re deep brown like the centers of the sunflowers. “I’m with your mother, though. When the time comes, sprinkle my ashes here, too, will you?”

I’m about to protest that they are being impossibly morbid, when the fireworks explode overhead….

I wake in my bunk. Judging from the angle of the sunlight through the windows, I’ve slept through the whole evening and night.

My whole body aches, and my skull is throbbing. Ester and Nelinha are nowhere to be seen. They must have wanted to give me the chance to sleep in.

Dying is nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens to everyone.

Oh, Mom…

I couldn’t even honor her wish. We had no ashes to sprinkle in any lake. Now I have nothing but my mother’s pearl. Even getting that back was a miracle. It was delivered to us by the school, with deepest condolences—the only thing they could retrieve after the “accident.”

I’m tempted to lie in my bed and wallow in misery, but I know that would only make things worse. I’ve found out the hard way that with grief, like with menstrual cramps, I just need to keep moving. And today’s the day we’re supposed to reach the secret base. If there is such a thing…

I get myself cleaned up and dressed. No shower. We’re rationing water. Breakfast is a seaweed protein bar. We’re rationing food, too.

Finally, I arrive on the bridge.