It had been twenty-four hours since they’d found her sister’s body. After leaving the precinct, she couldn’t go straight home. She couldn’t bear walking into that apartment so soon, knowing she wouldn’t see Nichols alive in it anymore. She needed to escape somewhere far. After she’d walked out the precinct early that evening, she got on the A train and rode it aimlessly until it reached the last stop, Mott Avenue in Far Rockaway, Queens. She then made her way to Rockaway Beach, where she sat in the sand and stared at the ocean for hours. She watched the sky gradually alter as the sun fell below the horizon and made way for the evening stars and the full moon that shimmered off the ocean. She sat close to the sea and listened to the waves crashing against the shore and let her tears fall. Though she was far from home, the pain was still close. She couldn’t believe Nichols was dead. Apple curled against the sand as the night went on. She tried to find comfort with her body against the earth, hearing the ocean in the background, and fell asleep on the beach.
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