Tom reached out to take her hand in his to guide her through, but she ignored it. Instead she slipped out of her flat canvas shoes and went the rest of the way barefoot. The feel of the crusty old wood felt goodbeneathher feet. It groundedher.They re ache d the end in silence. A week before she would have walked to the far side of the pier and given in to the tug of the city lights across the bay. But tonight she followed Tom’s lead and lo oked back towards the bay where the sweep of the bay was dotted with the massive houses of Portsea and the familiar row of quaint and colorful beach huts.There’s Belvedere,” Tom said, his long arm pointing off to her right.Maggie searched the cliff tops and spotted her great white hope peeping through the masses of brambles. Her gaze skittered down the rocky cliff to find…There’s a beach!” she cried out. It was hardly Surfers Paradise, but there was a skinny stretch of neat white sand below her home. She felt something swell inside her at the sight.
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