Page 100 of Into the Fire: After

Caine’s, the hiss and sigh of ocean waves lapping at the shore.

Brooks’, a steady vibrato like the final ripples in the water before it goes calm again.

Lin’s, cooling mist on overheated skin, air made solid, a cloud reaching out to touch me.

And Brea’s, my love, the still, warm waters of a bath, ready to cradle me and coax every last burden from my body and mind.

I floated in their love, weightless and safe in the place I’d been searching for most of my life.

I was home.

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