The next morning Morgan stared out at the ocean as she stood on the rock outcropping, like a sailor looking for trouble as he guided his ship to shore, not focusing on anything, lost in her thoughts. The early morning wind was starting to pick up, making her shiver. Once the sun rose higher in the sky, it would warm the sand and create the summer humidity Florida was famous for. But for now, the morning had a hint of coolness to it.
"It"s starting to look like a storm is brewing out there."
Morgan jumped, startled by the unexpected voice, and looked to her left to see Gabe standing there, violin case in hand. His hair was windblown, and his eyes looked tired. He hadn"t greeted the morning with his usual vigor.
"Hey, I haven"t seen you in a while. How are you holding up?"
"I knew there
