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Calle climbed into the ambulance beside him.
Ben stopped arguing.
The doors closed.
Ward watched them leave.
“Should someone tell them this isn’t their book?”
I laughed.
The sound surprised me.
After everything that had happened, laughter felt like hope.
“They’ll have their turn.”
Ward looked down at me.
“So will we.”
66
WARD
“Aman can spend his whole life searching for safe harbor, only to discover it was never a place. It was a person waiting for him to come home.”
— James Sinclair
Three weeks later, Sea Whisper returned to San Francisco.
Storm stood at the helm as the Golden Gate Bridge appeared through the morning fog.
I stood beside her.
Not behind her.
Not watching from the salon.
Beside her.
Where I intended to stay.
The yacht carried scars from Hawaii.
The stern deck needed repairs.
Two windows remained covered with temporary panels.
One engine made a sound Storm disliked enough to glare at it every fifteen minutes.
But Sea Whisper was home.
So was her family.
The evidence recovered beneath Blackwater had led to seventeen arrests.
Two port officials resigned before federal agents reached them.
