Chapter 9
Brody didn’t go into the sea for a whole week. Every afternoon he walked down the beach with his scratched-up board under his armpit, but he stopped when the water rose up to his ankles. He froze, and his body stiffened. His friends tried to coax him in, but he shrugged their attention away and retreated.
Finn sighed slowly through his nose as he watched. He flexed his toes into the sand, and curled his fingers into his palms, trying his best to distract himself so he didn’t go over.
“Don’t.” Trent mumbled. “Leave the beach brat to sort his own problems.”
Finn took a step back, then collapsed in his chair. “I prefer him a happy brat to a miserable one.”
“Karma.”
“How is it Karma?”
“He made you miserable, and now he’s miserable.”
Finn scrunched up his face. “I’m not misera
