The next morning, when I woke up, I was having breakfast in the kitchen when Nathan approached me. “Want to go fishing?” he asked casually, tucking his hands into his pockets. “I’m going out in the ocean today. It’s peaceful, and let’s take a break from the horseback riding lesson.”
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Sure, I’ve never gone fishing before, but I’d like to try.”
We packed a few supplies—rods, some snacks—and headed out. The boat was old but sturdy, and Nathan handled it with practiced ease. The water shimmered beneath the sun, and everything felt surprisingly calm.
As we got farther from the house, all I could see now was an endless stream of water. Nathan handed me a rod and showed me how to install a bait on the fishing hook. My eyes widened upon seeing a worm. He o
