Miguel and Jake left just before the tide began to rise.
Their truck disappeared down the quiet road, its headlights fading into the distance. The house, once cluttered with broken glass and sharp words, finally felt still. For the first time that day, Naime allowed herself to breathe.
The night had settled gently over the shore. A round moon hung low above the water, its pale light spilling across the waves like silver silk. Stars shimmered in clusters, scattered carelessly across the dark sky.
For a moment, she did not feel like a caregiver.
She felt like a woman who had survived another day.
Drake’s temper would rise and fall like the sea. It always did. She had begun to understand that his anger was only the surface. Beneath it was grief. Beneath grief was love. And beneath love w
