Five
By noon the next day, Hope hadn’t yet recovered from her shock. She could not fathom the pain of losing her child, but her imagination had woken her in the middle of the night with a terrifying dream about her daughter and ex-husband crashing through the guardrail and plunging over the edge of a coastal cliff into darkness. After that, she’d spent much of the night alternately lying awake and standing in the door of her daughter’s room.
She hadn’t known what to say to Owen after that revelation, and he hadn’t offered any details other than to say his little boy had been only four and loved the beach. She had no idea how she was going to face him today, and her time for figuring that out was dwindling to seconds. He was due to arrive any moment.
His name coming from her daughter cau
