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HAWK

My alarm goes off.

I sit up.

Run a hand through my hair.

Turn over on my other side and try to go back to sleep.

A gentle breeze warms the sweat beading on my temple.

Exhaustion pulls me under.

I dream of Shanel.

I see her standing at a riverbank, her eyes on me and her hand outstretched as she calls out my name. I’m drowning in muddy water. Screaming for her. Knowing that if I can just touch her hand I’ll be okay.

Something wet falls on me. A trickle.

Then it’s a full bucket of water.

I scramble up and glance around the hull of the boat where I’ve strung my hammock in the shade. A giant wave just tossed over and doused me. Evidence of it is still bubbling on the wooden deck.

Picking at the front of my days-old shirt, I hear the slurp it makes as it sucks back on to my sunburned skin.

With an irritated grunt, I tear the shirt off and toss it aside.

The ocean surrounds me on all sides.

Blue skies paint the horizon.

Not a cloud in sight to distract me.

I check the anchor and then return to the yacht’s navigation screen to make sure I haven’t gone off course.

I’m fine.

Right where I want to be.

In the middle of nowhere.

Stretching my arms over my head, I pad to the cooler and force myself to grab a bottle of water rather than a beer. My heart is thirsting for something to numb the pain, but if I don’t give my body nourishment I’ll die out here.

Maybe I should.

I try to push that voice away, but every hour that passes it gets harder and harder to resist it.

What’s the point of going on?

For what?

Family?

I have none.

B4?

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