You Chose Everyone Else

Synopsis

For three years on that remote island, I had four chances to leave on the supply ship, and every time, he crossed my name off the list. The first time, the seat went to a colleague's pregnant wife. The second time, it went to her again, when her child fell critically ill. The third time, without telling me, he erased my name and gave the seat to her once more, after she lost her husband. The fourth time, a medical assessment confirmed that my pregnancy was unstable, and I was advised to return immediately. I took the recommendation to him, and he said, "Seats are limited. I have to follow priority." The last seat still went to her. I looked at him, smiled, turned away, and made a call. "Dad," I said, "send a ship."