I’m floating in the surf, my head and shoulders just above the surface, my brain waves smoothing out in rhythm with the rollers, when Katie’s brother catches my attention from a few yards away. “They’re coming to get us out,” he says, pointing behind us to the beach.
Katie and her dad are on the shore, the sky behind them piled high with thick, heavy, black clouds, grumbling with thunder.
I turn away, back to the ocean, staring with longing at the tide just starting to come in.
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