The Silhouette of Us のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 33

The Midsummer RegattaThe annual Oakhaven Regatta brought an unusual surge of life to the cove. The harbor was a chaotic, beautiful maze of polished timber hulls, colorful flags, and local fishing vessels dressed in festive rigging. Under the blazing midsummer sun, the community had gathered along the wooden boardwalk, the air filled with the scent of wood-smoke, grilled oysters, and sweet funnel cakes. Jillian Michaels stood at the edge of the Sanctuary Logistics pier, leaning against a cedar piling with a bottle of cold ginger ale in hand. The navy linen shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a thin silver band—not a luxury watch, but a simple local piece—catching the afternoon light. A light scent of jasmine and summer rain cut through the salt air. Clara Linley stepped up beside Jillian, her emerald sundress fluttering in the coastal breeze. She didn't say a word at first; she simply slid her hand into Jillian’s, her fingers interlocking naturally

The cottage's front door softly clicked shut, silencing Leo and Eleanor’s laughter. Outside, the midnight air was still, cooled by a coastal dew clinging to the sea grass.Jillian Michaels reached for Clara’s long wool trench coat on the wooden rack, gently draping it over her shoulders. Her movements were relaxed, free from the rigid armor of her past as she wore a simple dark sweater and trousers, hands tucked comfortably in her pockets."The cottage feels quiet again," Clara whispered, her melodic voice low against the distant rhythm of the Pacific below. She slid her arm through Jillian’s, her fingers grasping the sleeve as they stepped onto the gravel porch."It’s a peaceful kind of quiet," Jillian replied, her deep voice full of calm and certainty.Hand-in-hand, they followed the narrow gravel path away from the cottage, towards the rugged black cliffs overlooking Oakhaven Cove. The midsummer moon shone high in the dark sky, casting a silver trail across the water. No city light