Carried by the tides
“We were lucky in some way,” Andrew said softly, almost apologetically. “The tides carried us endlessly, steering a broken ship we could not guide. Years adrift, tossed like debris, helpless against the sea. And then, finally—finally—the ocean brought us to your shore.” His eyes lifted to Morgan’s, hope flickering faintly in their depths. That hope, after years of despair, was fragile but alive. And Morgan could feel its weight building.
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