Chapter 75

The beach is eerily peaceful because of how late in the season it is. It’s almost Christmas, and the wintry weather has been late in moving in this year. There should be snow by now, yet it’s been mild, and the sea looks unnervingly calm at this early hour. Letting all the sounds of nature overtake my brain and give me a little respite. I pull my jacket around me more against the cold wind and watch the curl and crash of waves as the tide moves in again.

I didn’t sleep much and was up at the crack of dawn for no reason. A few hours of crazy dreams where I woke up sweating and panting and calling out Arrick’s name. I don’t recall what it was about, only that I felt like sobbing when I came around, and ever since, all I have wanted is his presence. I’m restless, achy, and still with the damn morning nausea that hasn’t begun to go away. It happens mostly in the first hours of the day, and I seem tired all day long.

It doesn’t feel like it was only a couple of days ago that