After they announced the top surfers and confirmed the times for the next day, I got the hell out of there. I had nothing to say to any of them, and I was done. I didn’t even know if I was going to show up for day two. I didn’t see the point. I knew I was done, so why bother?
I took a shower at my hotel and washed the sand and salt water off my body. I thought about sending Micah a text, but I didn’t. There was no point.
I went down to the hotel bar and found a stool I could occupy for a few hours and ordered a drink.
The bartender set a drink in front of me. I stared at it. It looked good, probably tasted good, too, but all I wanted was coffee. Not just any coffee, but my dad’s coffee.
I’d officially lost my damn mind.
“Are you going to drink that or just glare at it all night,” a wo
