Chapter 7
Linly
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EVER SINCE THE NIGHT our parents died, Brynn and I have hated thunderstorms. They bring back all the horrible memories from that night. That's why we're huddled on the back porch of the Sunrise Inn together after dinner to watch the storm and wait for it to end.
Neither of us will be able to sleep, and we feel safer together. We are all each other has left after all. Wrapped in a blanket Brynn's mom made, we're sitting on the wicker couch on the porch staring out over the water. The back porch is so deep we are able to stay dry no matter which way the wind blows.
A flash of lightning followed by a loud c***k fills the air, and we both jump. I wish we could go back to the days when we wanted to go run on the beach when it rained. We thought the summer showers w
