One Lost Summer (Part 5, page 1 of 19)


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Part 5

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Kirstie sat crosswise on the sofa in front of the rain-spattered window, tense and anxious, watching the cold, tumultuous Atlantic with unseeing eyes, toying absently with the ring which hung from her neck by its thick, braided-silver chain. The chain had the look of that sort of marine hauser used to secure ships to docks, and felt as heavy and unbreakable as a noose; yet at the same time Kirstie was aware that it held not herself, but was in fact a lifeline. At the other end of that lifeline was Thomas, yet though she yearned to run to him and throw herself into his arms, for now and forever, the very idea terrified her. She closed her eyes, took deep breaths and let them out slowly, tried to calm her pounding heart.

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