The boardwalk was a short, three-block walk from the house, but the heat only seemed to swell in intensity with each step Tara took. By the time she reached the ramp leading up onto the boards, her nape was sheathed in sweat, her hair and shirt stuck to her body, and she couldn’t wait to get into the first shop she found, no matter what they were selling, if only to get out of the sun. And Amanda actually liked to lay out in it for hours? Why?
As soon as Tara stepped onto the boardwalk, it was like stepping back in time. The shops and rides might have changed, but the feeling was the same, and for a moment, it took her breath away. She blinked back sudden tears and tamped down a nostalgic smile. There was a faint breeze coming in off the beach—it was faint, but there, and it lifted the ha
