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It was nearly afternoon when the horse-drawn cart finally came to a stop at the docks of Belfast. It had been a long ride—a full day—but Domhnall had at least had the comfort of not having to drive. White Star Lines had arranged the transportation for them. They had been understanding when he explained his situation and made many accommodations for both him and Aoife. Aoife’s head was resting on his leg as she held her plush frog. He had made that for her not long ago, sewing pieces of green fabric together into the shape of a frog and stuffing it with straw. Domhnall gently smoothed her hair with his hand. She had fallen asleep a few hours ago, having lost the battle with her heavy eyelids. He thought about waking her; she’d probably wake up as soon as he moved her anyways. But she had only been asleep for a few hours; a few more hours wouldn’t hurt anyone. He grabbed the large potato sack that contained all of their belongings--a few changes of clothes, two blankets, and