Gabe lived a little past Morgan, on the main road in the family house that he inherited from his uncle. "I can walk from here, Morgan," Gabe said as they approached the sea from the beach house.
"You know, a walk sounds like a great idea,” Morgan said. “How about if we both walk? I"ll park the cart, and we can head to the beach."
Gabe smiled as he agreed with her suggestion. It was a perfect opportunity to get Morgan back on the beach. He didn"t want her to be afraid of the shoreline. He knew she naturally had a distrust of the water, but after finding two bodies in one of her favorite spots, he didn"t want her to develop an aversion to something she loved. Reaching behind him, he grabbed his backpack and pulled out his violin case. Without a word, he unpacked the violin and held out hi
