Between the beach and the club, Destiny learns that the things she has not said yet are just as loud as the ones she has.
When we got home, I went upstairs to change out of my work clothes, and when I came back to the bedroom, Daddy had already set out what he knew I would want — something soft and easy, the kind of outfit made for sand and salt air. He knew me well enough by now to know that after a day like today, the beach was where I needed to be. I pulled it on without a word and headed down.
There is nowhere else like it. The moment my feet hit the sand, I felt something in my chest begin to loosen — not all the way, not yet, but enough. The sound of the water coming in and pulling back, the smell of the salt on the air, the way the light sits differently out here than it does anyw
