We bought the island because we wanted somewhere to put down the parts of us that had no shelter in the city. The sea says yes to a few things: tides, storms, gulls. It does not bow to paperwork.
They brought the chest up into sunlight. Elise crossed herself, a private motion that made Marina aware of the shapes superstition takes in people who live close to weather. The lock broke under Finn’s hammer. Inside, wrapped in oiled cloth to keep it from the salt, was a bundle of letters tied with twine and a small, dull object that did not glitter like a jewel but instead absorbed the light, holding it like a secret.
He’s been back three times this month. He says there’s money in seclusion. He calls it potential. He smiles in that way that counts the teeth of others as a balance sheet. We fence the north cove at night now. We share watches. The kids don’t know all the reasons why we should be afraid. I hope they never learn them.
Marina nodded, because she had learned over the years that work and distance made each other bearable. Three days was a frame she could live inside.