Chapter 86

CECILY CAME TO WAKEFULNESS like a diver rising slowly from the deep. Her body ached and her skull felt stuffed with cotton. But she could hear the rhythmic wash of the sea, and that soothed something soul deep. When she opened her eyes, her face was stiff with salt from dried tears.

The guest room she'd stumbled into near midnight the night before was awash in light that bounced off the white and blue beach cottage decor. Definitely not Dinah's usual style, but Cecily supposed her aunt couldn't be picky when looking for a fully-furnished rental, and beach chic was de rigueur in Hilton Head. She slid out of bed and padded over to the window, parting the curtains to look out at the beach.