Chapter Fifteen Lauren knows what it feels like to have a wave wash over her. The force of the swell stays with her, becomes a part of her even. Because she learns from it instantly. She learns not to resist it and face its force, but instead to move with it, to become a part of its motion until it eventually releases her. There’s really no beating it, no escaping it, once she’s caught in that wave’s path anyway. She’s not fast enough, or soon enough, or strong enough, to do so. Once the wave is upon her, that’s it. She goes with it, and becomes a part of it. When she waded into the sea water earlier today, standing only ankle deep, the tug was there, pulling at her feet, luring her closer, leading her to step deeper, then deeper until she stood waist high in the salt water, the ever-present undertow pulling more at her body the deeper she went. But the thing about an undertow is that it begins with those waves, which have rolled ashore and broken on the beach. The wave comes first, then the undertow returns the water back to the sea, beneath the surface of the successive waves.
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