Farrah couldn’t believe how much liquid came out of her face. Everything felt too hot though the sun had gone behind the hills several minutes ago.
Darren kept his strong arms around her, creating an eye in the storm of her emotions. She felt safe with him, but she didn’t elaborate. She’d have to eventually, but maybe he’d be satisfied with what she’d already told him. After all, she hadn’t told anyone the story of meeting her birth father, because it pierced her deep and bit hard.
“Should we go?” he whispered.
She nodded, still sniffling, and allowed him to sweep up their trash and the blanket he’d spread on the sand before tucking her hand in his and leading her up the beach to the parking lot. She’d loved this beach growing up. It had tall trees growing right out of the sand, and she
