Chapter 4: The Return of the TideThe northern coast in April was still cold enough to sting the lungs, but the sun had begun to linger longer each day, painting the sea in hesitant shades of silver and pale gold. Veronica’s cottage sat on a low bluff, whitewashed walls peeling at the edges like old secrets. Inside, everything was small and deliberate: one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen barely wide enough for two people to stand side by side, and a living room that doubled as dining space. She had furnished it with second-hand pieces—nothing that carried memories, nothing that asked questions.She was twenty-two weeks pregnant now. The bump was no longer something she could hide beneath loose sweaters. It curved gently beneath the soft gray tunic she wore most days, a constant, living reminder of the night she had chosen recklessness over reason.Every morning she walked the narrow path down to the pebbled beach, let the wind slap her cheeks until they burned, and talked to the chil
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