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

about which day or how many had passed. My tongue felt like sandpaper, thick and clumsy in my mouth. Every heartbeat slammed into my skull like it was trying to punch its way out from the inside.

“Mark?” I croaked, my voice barely recognizable.

No response. Just the water and the creaking and the terrible, suffocating quiet.

I pushed myself upright and continue reading …