Simply

“So, here’s the problem. We get supplies shipped into St. Brigid on a regular basis, but the boat only comes once a month, and it just left last night. So …”

My stomach drops into feet.

“Wait, so the next time they’ll be back is…”

“In a month,” he finishes for me.

I can feel the color drain from my face.

“Are you alright?” Jonathan asks, seeing my expression. “Are there medications you need or something like that? We can call them if it’s an emergency.”

I shake my head.

“No, I’m healthy but I mean, do you have a phone? I need to reach out to my friends and family because they’re going to think I’m dead!”

“Sorry, no phone.”

I go pale. This seems hard to believe.

“Really? No phone?”

Something flickers in his blue eyes but then it disappears.

“Calm down,” Jonathan says, taking my hand. “It’s going to be fine. Don’t stress yourself out. I’m here all the time, and I’m surviving just fine. You’re going to be okay too.”

I take a deep breath.

“Yes, but how do you not have a phone?” I ask, try