Chapter Eleven
TRACEY CLOSED HER eyes and took a deep breath of ocean air as she leaned on the wood railing to the Greers’ back patio. Opening her eyes, she stared out at the water, the rolling waves a gentle white noise as she watched a lone pelican drift close to the whitecaps, the salt spray drifting to where she stood. Everything about the beach brought a calmness to her soul. Some people threw themselves into sports or their hobbies, slipped earbuds into their ears and listened to their favorite music, or sipped on hot tea. When Tracey was stressed, she went to the beach, sand in her toes, salt spray on her face, wind pulling her hair like it was easing the anxiety and stress out of her body and carrying it out to sea. And today, she was definitely feeling stressed.
“Want some wine?
