RemiThe beach house was beautiful. Set a distance apart from all the residences, it felt like we were the only ones out here.Even in the off season, with grey skies and cold winds rolling off the ocean, it felt like paradise.Maybe because for the last two years our lives had been cheap motel rooms with flickering signs, park benches when money ran tight, and sterile hospital walls that smelled of bleach and loneliness.Here, the air tasted of salt and rain. Of freedom.The waves crashed steadily below the cliffs, rhythmic and endless, and for the first time in a long while, I could breathe without feeling hunted.I sat wrapped in a blanket on the deck while the wind tugged at my hair, watching the sea churn under the darkening sky.I still didn’t understand why Denton was doing all this. Especially now. Especially when danger still circled us like sharks scenting blood in the water.My father's killer was still out there. He would come for me next. The Irish were moving. And yet De
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