The sun hung low over the water, turning the waves gold as they crashed onto the shore. The sound was constant and heavy. Soren, Quinn, Ward, and Henry sat on beach towels near the waterline, half lounging, half watching the surf.
Scarlet emerged from the sand dunes, the tote slung over her shoulder tugging her slightly off balance. She crossed the beach and dropped it beside them. Bottles clinked inside. Grey Goose. A couple of IPAs.
Henry’s eyebrows lifted as he looked into the bag. His tone was cautious, not joking. “You take any meds with that?”
Scarlet smirked and shifted the tote with her foot. She looked unapologetic. “What? No. Not today. Well… just a few.”
Henry’s shoulders tightened. He did not raise his voice, but the tension in it was unmistakable. “You know mixing pills an
