Chapter 18

The ocean is too quiet. No storm, no sirens, no headlights. Just that flat gray water folding in on itself, slow and endless, like it’s erasing everything that ever happened on its surface. I’m standing on the splintered porch of the sea house. The boards are dry for once. No rot. No dripping ceiling. The air tastes like salt and cold metal. “Em.” His voice comes from behind me, the exact pitch my bones remember. I turn before I let myself breathe. Liam is leaning in the doorway,...