Hunter Magleby watched the ocean on his left-hand side, his heart slowly sinking toward his feet with every mile that passed. Well, the left one at least could still feel something. His right foot ached with a numbness the doctors said would probably never go away.
Sure, some days were better than others, and Hunter tried to keep his thoughts on the positive.
I’m still alive.
I’m still alive.I have somewhere to live.
I have somewhere to live.I got an honorable discharge from the Marines.
I got an honorable discharge from the Marines.“Have you been to Hawthorne Harbor?” his driver asked, breaking into Hunter’s thoughts.
“Yes,” he said without looking away from the ocean. It was beautiful, and he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed the sight of it, the smell of it, the constant way it
