Tell me to sleep.
And every time he did, I felt worse.
Our yacht, the Mercer Star, moved between the outer islands of the Evermere Isles, cutting through water so blue it looked painted.
It had been my father’s wedding gift.
Not ownership exactly.
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Tell me to sleep.
And every time he did, I felt worse.
Our yacht, the Mercer Star, moved between the outer islands of the Evermere Isles, cutting through water so blue it looked painted.
It had been my father’s wedding gift.
Not ownership exactly.
The fluorescent, tube style lighting of the pediatric clinic staff pantry hummed a dull, monotonous, vibrating tune. It was a frequency that usually faded…