4
BJ sits down in the sand, not caring anymore that she’s wet. I join her in the sand, the warmth of it pressing through my clothes.
“These waves,” BJ says, sniffing. “They roll in endlessly, one after another. Big then small then big again. It reminds me of my problems. One after another crashing on top of me. And here comes another: some god maybe wants to kill me. That seems like the type of wave big enough to carry me away for good.”
I take her hand. “Brandee Jean, it’s overwhelming. I know.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“My adopted father was killed by a rogue wave the size of a five-story building,” I tell her. “It was actually a monster, I later found out. That was the beginning of it. When my life went from normal to… not normal at all.”
BJ sniffs and rubs her nose. “I know thi
