As Anna approached the dock, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the water. The storm’s remnants had given way to a calm sea, its surface glistening like glass. She felt a sense of resolve wash over her, fueled by the weight of her mother’s locket nestled in her pocket.
When she reached the boat, James was already there, his expression a mix of determination and apprehension. He looked up, his brow furrowing. “You okay? You seem… tense.”
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