PRIMROSE

It was evening now, almost twenty-four hours since she had been out here in the cold, staring at the sea, waiting. 

Not waiting for Egan’s corpse, but maybe an Egan that just needed CPR, or the one who was alive and well.

But the more she sat there, the more she realized her hopes were ridiculous. 

Egan was not here. 

She was not surprised when everyone around her began to despair that they had still not found his body. She felt it in her heart that he was not dead.

But ...