Nate’s PovThe figure stood at the end of the pier, half in shadow, half in the last gold of the sunset. Serena’s hand was tight in mine. I shifted closer so my shoulder stayed pressed against hers. Whatever this person wanted to say, I would hear it with my wife beside me.“We’re listening,” I said. My voice came out steady. “But we don’t have much patience left for games.”The figure took one more step forward. The voice that answered was quiet and rough, like it had been waiting years to speak. I barely registered the words. My attention stayed on Serena—the way her fingers curled around mine, the way her breathing stayed even even though I could feel the tension in her body.I leaned down until my mouth was close to her ear. “I’ve got you. Whatever this is, we face it and then we go home. Together.”She gave the smallest nod. Her thumb brushed across my knuckles in answer.The figure spoke again, something about the night of the storm, about being in the water too, about watching
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