“Let her stay,” Whit said. “I think she’s earned the right to be on the team.” I swung around to face him, my lips parting. He didn’t look in my direction. His attention remained focused on my uncle. “Have you lost all sense?” Tío Ricardo asked. “We can’t turn around, and you know it,” Whit said. “She figured out a way on board with no help from either of us; she just survived swimming in the Nile. She’s their daughter.”
