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Prologue

Some people thought they lost their way, others that they were chasing chum salmon. Whatever people said, looking back on it now, I know the whales came to Dyes Inlet for one reason—to help me.

It happened in October, when I was twelve years old. Nineteen killer whales came swimming into the inlet just like it was their home, except it wasn’t. The whole town went crazy, caught up in the excitement of having whales as neighbors.

The problem was they arrived not long after my mother packed up and left, slipping out in the night as quietly as the pod slipped in, so whale watching wasn’t exactly my priority right then. It took me a whole lot longer than most folks here in Port Washington to care about getting them home, but once I did, I couldn’t seem to stop.

And that changed everything.

Because without the whales, I would’ve been the one who was lost.