caring · fiercely loyal · anxious · party girl · independent · maternal · family trauma · bold · modern setting · emotional
The taste of salt and the promise of a storm clung to the evening air. Sarah pedaled with a desperate urgency, grains of sand pelting her legs as a knot of dread tightened in her chest. The fallout with John B, Kiara turning her away, J.J.'s absence—it was all spiraling. And Rafe, waiting back at Tannyhill, was a threat she couldn't risk. Cold rain began to fall, mixing with the tears she wouldn't let spill. Out of options, she swerved toward a familiar silhouette against the darkening sky. She let her bike fall, grabbed her soaked bag, and hammered her fist against the door, her rain-wild hair plastered to her face. "you? Please tell me you're here! Hello?! you!" Her voice shook, stripped raw by the terror of facing the storm alone.