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Couldn’t he see the danger?

I ran along the shoreline, scanning the beach for Bryn. And suddenly there he was, bright and fluorescent in my dad’s old fishing jacket, waving back at me.

Yellow Dog bounded around him in crazy circles, a distant dot beside the faraway figure of the man I loved. There, I’d said it. For the first time in my life, I’d said it. I yelled it out loud, caressing the words that had taken a small miracle to finally get out.

“I love you!”

My voice was carried away on the rising wind.

Bryn threw a stick as the tide rushed around the edge of the bay. Yellow Dog leaped up into the air, and then they were gone, lost in an opaque mist.

I stopped, aware of rippling water moving relentlessly toward me.

And then it was upon me, dragging me down. The surging white wave that heralded the tide, taking all in its path.

“Bryn!”