Epilogue 2:

POV: Kesley

It was the colour of late afternoon, that specific blue that tipped toward gold at the edges, and the water was warm around me and the sounds were the sounds of my family, Sandy's delighted screaming and Brian's focused instructions to himself and Leo's voice, low and warm, encouraging and teasing in equal measure.

I thought about my father.

I did this less often now, not because I had stopped missing him but because the grief had changed shape, had become something I could carry alongside the living rather than underneath it. He had been a good man in an impossible position and he had died...