The salty ocean water lapped at the boat’s edge. The ripples from the oars almost danced on the waters.
Land was in sight, yet so far away.
A single manta ray floated next to Claire and flipped over underwater.
“Hello little guy,” Claire said to the ray, “Are you alone?”
The boathouse was in view but it looked different. The door was opened and the chair that was inside the boathouse was thrown into the water.
It had been ransacked and was no longer safe.
Claire was warned not to come but she longed to see her father once more.