“Using the handrail as leverage, I haul myself upright and face the sea. It’s been many years since I left the shore but, with the infinite patience of an immortal entity, the ocean has waited. Knowing I would return one day. ‘Do you remember me?’ I grip the railing as rain blurs my vision. My rage is swallowed whole by the wind. ‘Is this the worst you can do?”
Book:Cold-blooded