*Lucas*

The moment we made the final turn into the marina, I noticed him—just a silhouette at first, backlit by the fading sunlight. He was standing there on the dock, rigid, like one of those old lighthouses that withstood too many storms. A knot formed in my stomach, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

That he was there for me. That something had happened.

"Alright folks, I hope you enjoyed the tour," I announced to the passengers, but my ...