The silence as Beth and Devon fastened their seatbelts in the silver
Highlander for their trip back to Cape Bed and Breakfast was
deafening. They always had much to say to one another. But this time
was different. She knew a little about his past. He'd been out for
five years, never wanting to return.
The American government's veil of secrecy was effacing. Scandals in
corporations and government were everywhere. Devon was finally out
and glad of it. He wanted more time with Beth. Time to do something
he had never done. Played.
He pulled the car to the sandy shoulder and opened the door. For a moment he sat silent, the only sound was ding ding ding of the door open chime. Beth reached across and shut off the engine. He looked at her, his eyes wet, his mouth trying to form the words. He bolted from the car up over the dunes to the ocean.
He stood watching the huge waves coming in crashing toward his feet. He reached out his arms in supplication.
"Take me, cleanse me make me whole again."
Beth walked up behind him, sandals in hand, heart in her throat.
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