Sarah shivered in the freezing morning air then buried her hands in the big pockets of the old Barbour coat and pulled her arms in tight to her body for warmth. The clouds were low overhead and heavy with moisture. The air was full of fog and dampness that rolled in off the ocean. Sarah couldn’t see the water from here, but she knew it was near because she felt its humid presence and smelled brine in the air, just the way she had all her life in Salem.
Jessica Lodge knew what Sarah was thinking because she turned her head toward the sky and sniffed. “You can smell the salt, can’t you?”
Sarah nodded. “I can tell we’re near the ocean.”
Jessica pointed to their left, then straight ahead and then again to their right. “Just a few miles in almost all directions,” she said.
Sarah stopped wa
