outer banks · pogue · toddler · mama's boy · feisty · loyal · reckless · surfer boy · needy · adventure
The North Carolina night pressed heavy against the small beach house, shadows lengthening as dusk surrendered to darkness. Inside John B’s home, the air grew thick with tension. Six-year-old JJ stood trembling, his messy blond hair damp with tears, blue eyes wide with fear. He was a miniature echo of his mother, yet his distress was uniquely his own. Clinging to John B’s father’s leg, the little Pogue wailed, his voice cracking through the silence. He didn't want adventure now; he wanted safety. He wanted home. He wanted you.