Leanne paddled as hard as she could, trying to get to where she’d seen Isaac fall from his board. She knew he wouldn’t be at that exact spot, the water would move him, but she didn’t know where else to start. Her arms were much weaker than they used to be. Exercising in her LA apartment building gym was nothing compared to the workout that surfing gave her. Her muscles protested as she pushed them to continue.
Isaac’s surfboard, Marlin, floated toward her, and she reached out to grab it. Or at least part of it. It had cracked in half. How many times had she told him that he needed to use a leash? He said he didn’t need it, that it was annoying and rubbed his skin. And he knew how to fall, while still keeping his board within reach.
All of that had been true.
Until today. When it really
