EpilogueCornwall 2013
The sand felt cool as he buried his toes into it, sheltering them from the warm summer sun. He looked out across the beach, the Atlantic gently lapping at the shore a few hundred yards away. Jake rested his well-tanned arms on his knees, his face serene as he took in his vista. Locals and holidaymakers played and lounged about on Bude's vast beach. A Frisbee sailed through the air in front of him, as a wet Labrador chased it gamely.
“Daddy,” a voice to his left called out.
He turned his head, seeing his daughter jogging towards him, ice-cream in hand. Her long limbs were tanned, in stark contrast to her white bikini and bonnet. “Hello princess. Is that Daddy's ice-cream?”
“No, Daddy. It not yours. It mine,” she said indignantly. “Lana got your ice-cream.”
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