Childhood memories couldn’t be hidden by Gran’s overgrown backyard. Fynn’s gaze of the present blurred with the recollections of the past. His favorite climbing tree was now overgrown and too full of leaves to see the branches.
Steph gazed through the wall of windows at the lashing waves and blowing sand. She snuggled deeper into her sweater and sipped her cocoa. Stuck inside in August.
She noted again the lights in the bungalow down the beach. He’d lost his wife last year and just returned to this quiet shore.