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THE NEXT MORNING, Elena awoke to bright sunshine. Autumn weather in Sydney was mild, so she’d planned to go for a morning walk on the beach. She loved this time of year at the beach—there were fewer tourists, and it was quieter and less crowded.
Honey came into her room as Elena was lacing up her shoes. She’d already made breakfast for her parents, who were early risers, and spent time with her dad playfully arguing over a crossword puzzle in the morning paper.
“Going for a walk?” Honey peered from the window. “Don’t dawdle, I hear a storm is moving in later.”
“What’s a little rain?” Elena plunged her arms into a windbreaker.
“You’ll need your sunnies for now, but should be a big one.”
Elena pushed her sunglasses on top of her head. She’d started for the front door when she heard
