It looked as if the clouds might break. Patches of blue shown through the gray miasma that floated along the horizon.
Still, the wind whipped and whined.
Kirby jumped.
"Hev? Speak up, son. I can hardly hear you."
She strained to hear his words.
"What? Flat tire? Okay. Well, I'll look for you when I see you, then."
There was no sense putting it off.
Kirby shuffled toward the stairs that led to the attic.
YOU ARE READING
King Tide
General FictionA storm is brewing. Kirby has inherited her mother's beach house. But it holds secrets that will change her forever.
