Page 463 of Hidden Depths
The moment they saw us, they ran.
Five sisters came together beneath the old lighthouse.
No directions.
No positions.
No secrets dividing us.
Just family.
Calle held out one arm.
Hazel collided with her.
Ivy wrapped herself around both of them.
Willow caught Mom as she joined us.
I stood in the center, holding everyone I had nearly lost.
“We’re all here,” Hazel cried.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“No one sails alone,” Calle said.
Together, we answered.
“No one sails alone.”
Thomas was loaded into the ambulance.
Before the doors closed, he called my name.
I climbed inside.
His face had gone pale, but his eyes remained sharp.
“You found it.”
“We found it.”
“James always said you would.”
“I wish he’d trusted us enough to tell us.”
Thomas’s smile was sad.
“He trusted you enough to know you’d understand when you were ready.”
“Did he know Ross would kill him?”
“He knew it was possible.”
“Why didn’t he run?”
“Because James Sinclair had never run from anything in his life.”
