#Chapter 144 The Road Home

Emily The ocean breathes like it’s alive. Inhale. Exhale. A constant, steady rhythm that doesn’t care if the world is falling apart. I sit on the sand with my knees pulled to my chest — well, more like to my baby bump — and my toes dig into the warm sand. I stare at the horizon like it holds the answers to calm the uneasiness that sits in my heart. Logan’s gone into town to grab groceries. Just a quick trip, he said as he walked out the door. I know he’ll be back soon with that stupid smile he always wears when he finds something he knows I’ll love, like fresh strawberries or those honey-glazed almonds he pretends he only bought for himself. I should be thinking about dinner. About tonight, one of our last nights at the beach. I should be thinking about the quiet life we’re trying to live in present, the one that is far away from the city where the rest of our lives wait for us. My mind has other plans, though, and I’m still thinking about Madame Wanda and those damned words sh