Chapter 8Rebecca turned over in the bed. The sheets were tangled around her feet, halfway down her body. She reached out to the other side and hit nothing. She was alone. The thought confused her for a moment, then relaxed her—especially as the smell of bacon and the ocean mixed together in her nostrils. She sat up.
Josie was gone, but Rebecca could hear the dull sounds of cooking, clattering, and chatter from the kitchen on the second floor. Their room was on the third, one of the smaller ones tucked into a corner that had a balcony looking out on the highway. They’d both been so tired from the adventure in the ocean, they’d pretty much gone right to bed and barely spoke or looked around. Now Rebecca could fully appreciate how lush the sheets were, the softness of the comforter, and how
