As the tide whispered against the shore, Anthony squeezed my hand.
“Maybe the sea wasn’t trying to take me from you,” he said softly. “Maybe it was just making sure I found my way back—when we were both ready.”
I smiled through my tears. For the first time in three years, I didn’t just believe in the sea again. I believed in tomorrow.
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