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The sheriff nodded. He left Leo there, watching the tide come in. The next morning, Leo packed his mother’s things into garbage bags and drove two hundred miles to a town with a real bay, where the water tasted like salt and possibility. He didn’t know if Sophie would see him. He didn’t know if she’d sent the text. He didn’t know if the figure in the fog was real or the last loving gasp of a mind too long adrift.

“Leo,” the sheriff said. “You okay?” bay crazy

He left one. He didn’t remember what he said. The sheriff nodded

“Maybe,” the sheriff said. “What did she want?” bay crazy