Wyatt didn’t think he’d be disappointed by anything that afternoon. He was with Deirdre, and she made everything into an adventure for him. They could literally sit in his Jeep, and he’d be satisfied.
But they were only in the Jeep for about twenty minutes before she directed him to turn left onto a dirt road. “This must be the private property,” he said. Sure enough, he spied a bright yellow sign declaring it as such as he passed a fence that looked like it was meant to keep cattle contained. “It’s pretty up here.”
The ocean was a smear on the horizon, and Wyatt loved the view in that moment. He’d always loved the island, and he’d never wanted to leave to live somewhere else. He’d never seen snow, and he couldn’t even imagine what true cold felt like. He had lived through tsunamis and v
