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Prologue

The clouds gather thick and furious, shutting out the sun.

The smell of ozone is intense, warning me more effectively than the grumbling thunder. A storm is coming—a big one, perhaps the worst we’ve had in years.

The thought of Elliot gets me moving.

Elliot, with his soft skin and plump cheeks, the darling dimples at his elbows. Just four months old.

An image of another baby, another time, creeps into my mind, but I push it away, stumbling on the damp sand. The nightgown my husband is enamored with twists and turns in the growing wind, tangling between my thighs. I long to tear off the slick fabric, but I don’t dare take the time. I have to find my child.

“Elliot!” I scream his name even though he is too young to answer.

The thunder makes a mockery of my cries, stealing my breath before I can try again.

It’s no use, anyway.

The beach is empty.

Waves throw themselves at the shore again and again, churning themselves into foam.

The ocean fizzes around my ankles and I climb farther up the shore to keep from getting dragged into the angry water. My foot comes down on a broken shell, but I ignore the pain as it cuts through the skin. The agony that swells in my chest at the thought of losing my son is far worse than the throb of my wounded heel.

I can’t lose him—he’s everything.

Please don’t hurt him. Not Elliot. He’s so innocent...

But all babies are innocent, aren’t they?

The rain, when it comes, is as enraged as the ocean, and I’m soaked through in an instant. I can’t bear the thought of my sweet little boy in this downpour. He doesn’t have his jacket. The image of Elliot, shivering and turning blue in his little sleeper, drives me forward. My eyes strain to see in the dim light, every breath I take ending in a cry for my missing child.

I can’t leave him out here; I can’t.

Then I realize the beach isn’t empty.

There is someone standing by the rocks, watching me.

Waiting for me...

“Elliot!”

My scream travels farther this time, echoing through the storm. Strength I didn’t know I had floods my legs, and I run faster.

As I picture my missing son and how wonderful it will feel to wrap my arms around him again, I give no thought to my own safety.

I run toward the dark figure on the beach.