The handwriting was unmistakably Ben’s.
My hands started shaking because I realized this was not something Lucy had imagined. This was something he wanted someone to find.
The first few words on the note changed the way I looked at everything I had been told about that storm.
For five years, I had trusted the report, trusted the explanation, and trusted the people who said there was nothing more to know.
But Ben had left a message behind.
