> She and Julian didn't report the ring that day. They decided, instead, to research the grave of Lillian Black and perhaps... return it themselves, leaving the past to rest in the sand where it belonged.
The tide at Blackwood Cove didn’t just wash away footprints; it buried things.
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in colors of violet and deep orange. Elena smiled, feeling a deep, mature contentment. The sand kept its secrets, but it also knew when to share them with the right person.
It was valuable, clearly. But it was also personal. Engraved inside were the initials L.M. to E.B., 1904 .
