*Michael*

I rolled over in bed; the glare of the sun from the window had streamed across my face, pulling me from some much-needed sleep.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with Shelby on the beach. I wanted to talk to her, to see if she was okay, but I hadn’t seen her since the incident.

My mind went over it, reliving every aspect in vivid color….

“Michael, there is a man taking pictures of ...