Chapter 3
The sea had a calming effect on Liam. The fresh air and the lulling, rhythmic sound of waves lapping, or crashing, restored to Liam whatever the day had taken from him. The cool sea breeze blew his mind clear of unwanted thoughts and stresses to make room for more meditative contemplations. Because of this, he returned to its shores whenever he could. Since the divorce, he visited almost daily, and usually spent the majority of his weekend there, even taking Lucas every second weekend so he, too, could experience the benefits.
“Are you going to build me a sand castle?” asked Liam.
Lucas took off like a rocket to the water’s edge, squealing with delight, his plastic bucket and spade swinging madly in his hand.
“A big one,” Liam shouted after him. “With a moat.”
Liam followed
