★Nathan★
The sun was barely up when I pulled into the parking lot near Seabrook Beach. The ocean was calm but steady, waves rolling in with that rhythmic pull that always felt grounding. The air carried the scent of salt and sunscreen, and even though it was still early, there were already a few locals jogging along the boardwalk or setting up umbrellas for the day. I spotted Timothy standing near the water with his board under his arm, with sunglasses on. And he looked much more relaxed than he had last night. He gave a lazy wave when he saw me.
“Morning,” I called as I walked up.
“You are late,” he said with a grin. I glanced at my watch.
“It’s six thirty. You said seven,”
“I like to be early,” he said as he kicked at the sand.
“Right. From all those early morning business meetin
