When Phoebe Crivari-Routledge and her mother, Charlize, hear word of Phoebe's father and her half brother's sole guardian being presumed dead at sea,
they drop everything in effort to care for John B and move back to the obx.
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"Phoebe!" Linus's voice bellows from above deck. I huff, lowering my phone displaying unanswered text messages to my brother. Ever since I found out about our father going missing, I've been the one to reach out and try to speak to him. It's like he's ignoring the fact my Dad is missing too.
"Coming!" I shout back, standing up with a huff. I know all too well that tone of voice. The sternness and demand mean I need to drop everything I'm doing and come over to him right away.
I pause at the door, tugging my white and green reeboks onto my feet. Then, I quickly jog up the stairs of my stepfather's lavish boat, meeting him and my mother at the top.
My Mum greets me almost instantly, her floppy hat and purple sundress almost covering her entirely. She moves towards me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders with a wide grin hidden behind her sunglasses. I lift my own white sunglasses, placing them on top of my head and keeping my hair out of my face as I smile back at her.
"Isn't it just as beautiful as you remember?" She gushes, turning out to face the island we steadily approach.
I spot Linus on the side of the boat, dressed like a tacky sailor as he throws the rope onto the dock for the workers to secure.
"I don't remember much but..." I trail off, wrapping my arm around her waist and stepping forward with her, "It is pretty,"
"Charlize, join me?" Linus interrupts, holding his hand out for my Mum to take. She steps away from me in an instant, grabbing her husband's hand as he helps her off of the boat.
I glare in his direction, imagining myself shoving him off of his fancy boat and into the water below. In front of me, a lavish white mansion sits back from the dock--our dock now I'm guessing.
God, this is such a cocky display of wealth. Who the hell needs a water feature outside of their waterfront home?
"Sorry I'm late!" I hear a male voice yell from the dock, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Pulling my sunglasses back over my eyes, I make my way to the edge of the boat and step off onto the dock. At my feet, a blond boy in a grey tank, shorts and boots kneels and wraps the rope around the metal, securing Linus's boat to the waterfront.
He looks almost too casual for such a rich area. I'm sure Linus will have some complaints to make about his exposed arms and legs despite the burning sun above. He always finds something to pick on.
