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The private plane flew down the east coast of northern Spain and then banked towards the west on the approach to Barcelona.
Morgan looked out the window at the sparkling Balearic Sea, the water a deep blue in the afternoon sun. She could almost feel the cool touch of salt waves on her skin and it reminded her of trips with her father to the Israeli coast, on the opposite side of the Mediterranean. He had loved the water, spending hours swimming with her in the waves, ducking under and throwing her up so she could do somersaults before landing in the blue. He had chosen to live away from the ocean as his love of Kabbalah had grown, moving to the hillside town of Safed, a place of scholars. After that, Morgan had barely gone swimming, shunning the swagger of the Tel Aviv strip and with n
