Chapter NineKiera stretched out along the rock. She was vaguely aware that Stacey was sitting next to her, but mostly her attention was on the ocean laid out before her. It had been a long time since she'd felt so relaxed. The sun was warm upon her skin, in contrast to the smooth, cool surface of the rock beneath her. She took some deep breaths, letting the salty sea air clear out her lungs. Each intake of breath brought a healing quality; a healing that she was in desperate need of. She let the tension that had built up since the moment she found out her dad was ill melt away, absorbed into the rock. She closed her eyes and felt sure she could've had the best sleep she'd had in a long time, with no bad dreams, but then Stacey spoke, “I suppose it's nice enough - good views - but not much
