The following morning, Bea returned from her walk on the beach, sighing as she stepped into the cooler cottage. The clock barely read half past ten, so no, she hadn’t gotten up at the crack of dawn. She’d actually liked lying in bed on her phone for an hour or so, then slowly making coffee, checking email, and texting with her youngest son.
Then a walk s…
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