The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed like a trapped wasp as Jordan slumped over the desk, fingers hovering above the keyboard. A spreadsheet glared back, its columns of data a labyrinth of keywords and metrics. The client’s deadline loomed—two weeks…
The salt air bit sharp against Mara’s cheeks as she stepped off the ferry, her boots crunching over gravel. The town of Seabrook hadn’t changed—same creaking docks, same bleached-white houses clinging to the cliffs. But the businesses along Main Street…
The air in Harbor’s End hung heavy with salt and diesel, the kind of brine that clung to your skin long after you left the docks. Mira Voss stepped off the bus, her boots crunching over gravel as she scanned…