Talya

We finally made it into Florida and to the coast of the Gulf of Mexico. I was standing on the beach with my bare feet in the white sand. The waves hit the shore in a steady wash and I breathed in deeply. Rondy was thigh deep in the water and trying to talk me in.

I shook my head. I didn't enjoy swimming and he didn't understand why. I had one arm and moved awkwardly in water. Cecily lay on one of the towels we'd bought the day after we arrived. We'd been here for ...