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of sandy feet, and without the formality of his former home. On his left, there was a cozy sitting room,
     brightly lit by two large windows framing the fireplace. He could smell fresh coffee and saw that a small platter of cookies
     had been set out for his arrival. On the right, he assumed he’d find the proprietor, and he went that way.
    Though he saw a small desk where he was supposed to check in, no one was behind it. In the corner, he saw the room keys; the
     key chains were small statues of lighthouses. When he reached the desk, he rang the bell, requesting service.
    He waited, then rang again, and this time he heard what sounded like a muffled cry coming from somewhere in the rear of the
     house. Leaving his gear, he stepped around the desk and pushed through a set of swinging doors that led to the kitchen. On
     the counter were three unpacked grocery bags.
    The back door was open, beckoning him that way, and the porch creaked as he stepped outside. On the left, he saw a couple
     of rocking chairs and a small table between them; on the right, he saw the source of the noise.
    She was standing in the corner; overlooking the ocean. Like him, she was wearing faded jeans, but she was enveloped by a thick
     turtleneck sweater. Her light brown hair was pinned back, a few loose tendrils whipping in the wind. He watched as she turned,
     startled at the sound of his boots on the porch. Behind her, a dozen terns rode the updrafts, and a coffee cup was perched
     on the railing.
    Paul glanced away, then found his eyes drawn to her again. Even though she was crying, he could tell she was pretty, but there
     was something in the sad way she shifted her weight that let him know she didn’t realize it. And that, he would always think
     when looking back on this moment, had only served to make her even more appealing.

Four

    A manda looked across the table at her mother.
    Adrienne had paused and was staring out the window again. The rain had stopped; beyond the glass, the sky was full of shadows.
     In the silence, Amanda could hear the refrigerator humming steadily.
    “Why are you telling me this, Mom?”
    “Because I think you need to hear it.”
    “But why? I mean, who was he?”
    Instead of answering, Adrienne reached for the bottle of wine. With deliberate motions, she opened it. After pouring herself
     a glass, she did the same for her daughter.
    “You might need this,” she said.
    “Mom?”
    Adrienne slid the glass across the table.
    “Do you remember when I went to Rodanthe? When Jean asked if I could watch the Inn?”
    It took a moment before it clicked.
    “Back when I was in high school, you mean?”
    “Yes.”
    When Adrienne began again, Amanda found herself reaching for her wine, wondering what this was all about.

Five

    S tanding near the railing on the back porch of the Inn on a gloomy Thursday afternoon, Adrienne let the coffee cup warm her
     hands as she stared at the ocean, noting that it was rougher than it had been an hour earlier. The water had taken on the
     color of iron, like the hull of an old battleship, and she could see tiny whitecaps stretching to the horizon.
    Part of her wished she hadn’t come. She was watching the Inn for a friend, and she’d hoped it would be a respite of sorts,
     but now it seemed like a mistake. First, the weather wasn’t going to cooperate—all day, the radio had been warning of the
     big nor’easter heading this way—and she wasn’t looking forward to the possibility of losing power or having to hole up inside
     for a couple of days. But more than that, despite the angry skies, the beach brought back memories of too many family vacations,
     blissful days when she’d been content with the world.
    For a long time, she’d considered herself lucky. She’d met Jack as a student; he was in his first year of law school. They
     were considered a perfect couple back then—he was tall and thin, with curly black hair; she was a blue-eyed brunette a few
     sizes smaller