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The next day, she and Ruby drove down to the boardwalk early enough to snag the last sugar donuts before the bakery sold out of them. They walked down the ramp to the Forget Me Not. Its soft blue trim—the color of forget-me-nots—sparkled in the morning sunshine. They ate their donuts and watched the seabirds floating past on their own hunt for breakfast.
“Can I go play with Hunter?” Ruby asked after she’d devoured her last donut.
Megan brushed sugar off her daughter’s cheek. “At the kayak office?”
“Sometimes at the kayak office, sometimes at the beach,” Ruby said in her meticulously accurate way. “Maybe a little more at the beach.”
“Let me see if that’s okay with his mom.” She texted Hunter’s mother and got a quick “yes” of response. “Okay. That’s fine. You know the rules. Grace is
