Janey Forsythe stood on the dock, watching the ferry come toward her. Her anticipation climbed, and she’d been waiting for weeks for her children to arrive.
Both Rachel and Cole should be on this ferry, as they’d both texted on the family thread that they were. Her heartbeat pounded the same way the rain hit her heavy-duty umbrella, and she wished it wasn’t raining so hard today.
A microburst had just arrived on the island of Nantucket, along with the ferry.
“Do you see them?” she asked Sean, who held the oversized umbrella above them.
“They don’t even have it tied yet.” He chuckled, but Janey pressed her fingertips together, trying to get her thoughts to align across her brainstem. Her therapist had taught her the exercise, and Janey often crossed sides of her body to try to quiet her
