Megan kept a tight grip on Ruby’s shoulder as they wended their way through the lunch crowd at Last Chance Pizza. She’d discovered, since arriving in Lost Harbor, that she didn’t much like crowds. Living mostly in cities, she’d never noticed it because it was always there in the background. But the relief of being on the water, with nothing but the vast arch of sky overhead and open ocean in all directions, had opened her eyes: she didn’t like crowds.
Most especially after what had happened at the university exactly a year ago.
Don’t think about that. Moving on. Moving on.
Don’t think about that. Moving on. Moving on.She forced her thoughts into another direction.
What if Forget Me Not Nature Tours went bust? Would she have to move back to a city to get work? Could she handle the crowd
