Chapter 6 · free to read
For three years I thought the sea had swallowed every word my brother ever meant for me. The sea had only been keeping them.
Three years of not saying his name, undone by somebody else saying it first.
We went down onto the same rocks that took him, into the smell of low tide and diesel from the dredging crew.
The barge had been tied up at the works since spring, and she was standing on it as if she had been told to wait.
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