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“Birdie,” he mumbled to himself, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’ll try to come home, Birdie.”

That did him in at last. His breath hitched and then the tears escaped. Bowman had spent the morning fighting and struggling and yelling for his release, for his freedom. No matter how much the giant had ignored him, he had kept right on fighting his captivity no matter how futile it was. Now, his weak promise to Rischa settled the fact in his heart.

He wasn’t going home. Home, with each giant stride, was farther and farther away from him.