TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND
The Horizon glided out of the sheltered bay, its twin propellers churning the clear blue water into a long, foaming white wake.
Vivian sat on the elevated leather bench next to the helm, holding a warm mug of tea between her palms. Sunlight poured through the wide front windshield, painting the polished teak interior in bright, golden tones. Beside her, Emma was sitting cross-legged on the floor, using a damp napkin to carefully wipe the salt crust off her favorite pieces of sea glass.
"Look at this one, Mom," Emma said, holding up a small, translucent purple stone that caught the morning light. "It looks like a tiny piece of candy!"