The nurses call her Emma. Nobody's figured out who she is yet, and they didn't want to call her Jane Doe any longer. I guess I get that. In my mind, I've always thought of her as "the girl".
I thought about this while I was under the sink, unscrewing pipes and trying to get the water to work again. It's good that this house is on a beach, or else I don't think I'd be able to stand it here.
Not that I had many other options...
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60 Days of Salt and Sand
Short StoryBeing published September 10th! "She wasn't floating when I found her. She wasn't exactly sinking, either... Just still. Deadly still. At least, I thought she was dead. But then I felt a pulse. And that was enough to get me to fight for her.'
