Pulled Beneath

I was floating through my life, safe and warm, before my parents died. My life capsized as the unanswered questions began to pile up. The only place I could begin to find answers was in Bar Harbor, Maine. The first one I found was that everything I’d known was a lie. As the truths continued to unravel, I stumbled on Saint. His reputation was as tumultuous as the sea, his past a dark storm. His scars were so deep and mine so fresh that we somehow managed to find solace in each other. But the very thing that had brought us together could pull us beneath the waves for good.