Tessa's POV:
The air in Seabrook smelled faintly of sea salt.
I rented a small storefront in an alley just off the main street and opened a woodcarving shop.
My days were peaceful and full. I spent them surrounded by wood shavings and carving knives.
I placed Noah's ashes in the columbarium behind a sunlit chapel on the hill outside town. Every morning, I went there to light a candle and tell him that his sister was doing well.
One afternoon, I was sanding a carving of a sailboat when the wind chime at the door rang sharply.
A tall, haggard figure blocked the sunlight outside.
Graham had become so thin that he was almost unrecognizable. His formerly fitted shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, and dark stubble covered his jaw.
He stared at me with bloodshot eyes, his chest heaving
