I stayed with Ceria that morning to make sure she was recovering from her hangover and not pushing herself. I helped do some light cleaning, and I studied the photos on the mantle better than I had the last time I was here. No doubt about it, the fishermen that was following her and me around town were her ex-husband, Lucas.
I sighed and leaned against the wall near the mantle. I saw an old family portrait with whom I was assuming was her father, mother, sister, and her. I only guessed that because Ceria and her mother looked the same as the day when I saw them playing in the ocean before my father drowned her mother.
I shook my head, trying to get the images of the past I wanted to bury out of my mind’s eye. I pushed myself off the wall and made my way down the short hallway back to t
