"You're late." Abram didn't turn from the stove. The smell of frying garlic and sea salt filled the small, sun-drenched kitchen. He flipped a fillet of bass with the precision of a man who used to handle a different kind of steel."The engine stalled." I dropped the bag of groceries on the wooden table. My lower back ached, the weight of the eight-month bump pulling at my spine. "And Leo found a 'treasure' near the old lighthouse.""A treasure?" Abram turned, wiping his hands on a grease-stained apron. The brand on his chest had faded to a silver ghost of a scar. He looked younger. The red in his eyes had settled into a warm, human brown. "What did you find, kid?"Leo stepped into the light. He wasn't holding a sharpened shell. He was holding a battered, salt-crusted compass. He held it up, his small fingers steady. "It points to the mountains, Papa. Not the sea.""That’s because we’re done with the sea." Abram knelt, ruffling the boy’s hair. Leo didn't flinch. He leaned into the touc
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