Letting Go~
Murdoch Connor
Connamara, Connor
Sleep always came hard. Nights were long and lonely.
Murdoch tied on a pair of linen long-drawers, opened the terrace doors above the rocky drop to the harbor, and descended stairs to the pier below. His sloop rocked in the water, but he passed it by. He needed a swim to tire him tonight.
He kicked off his sandals and dove into the cold surf. His memories went to the warm waters off the coast of Tallu. He hadn’t been back in years. Not since Ahyota died. He should take their sons to Tallu. He owed it to them, and to her, to let them know the Este.
Murdoch swam out farther, and the water turned colder. He welcomed the cold. Cold numbed his longing. Cold dulled the emptiness. He dived deeper, and the cold embraced him. He could suck in the c
