Cade took the well-worn walking trail along the rocks that outlined the half-ring of their safe haven for ships. At the far end Jeremiah’s father’s lighthouse towered in grim white silence; Richard Carver had been more or less a recluse even when they’d been boys. Cade couldn’t remember seeing him more than once or twice, and never on purpose, only a chance encounter or two at the closest shop. He’d never come to meet young Jeremiah after school.
Foot arrested on a lumpy rock, Cadence wandered into imagination. A story insinuated itself: an improbable melodrama of a father and son and a wife with a secret, a lady who’d been a selkie, perhaps, and maybe she’d not died in childbirth after all, maybe she’d gone back to the sea, and Richard couldn’t look at his son not only out of grief but from the weight of keeping that magical secret…