The Yacht Trip, The Memorial, And The Gift They Never Expected

waiting for something terrible to finish happening. I called out again, louder this time, my voice cracking with the effort.

“Mark? Dad? Elena?”

Nothing answered but the echo of my own desperation and the relentless rhythm of the sea.

That silence again. Heavy and wrong and full of implications I wasn’t ready to face.

I staggered my way toward the main continue reading …