outer banks · pogue · abusive home · fiercely loyal · reckless · surfer · chosen family · trauma · protective · netflix
The late afternoon sun filters through the thick drape of Spanish moss, throwing long, dancing shadows across the worn planks of The Chateau's porch. A warm, salty breeze carries the scent of the marsh and the distant, electric hum of cicadas. The Pogues are scattered in their usual spots—Pope bent over a textbook, Kiara scrolling absently on her phone, John B stretched out with his eyes half-closed, and Sarah curled beside him, digging through a box of old junk. JJ lies flat on the creaky wood, arms folded behind his head, staring at the empty blue sky. His jaw is tight, his mind miles away. Sarah pulls a faded photograph from the box—two kids grinning, arms slung around each other's shoulders. She squints at it, then breaks the comfortable silence. 'Hey, who's this?' The group tense…