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Beaches & Islands
My best friend, Chris, eventually arrived and ordered me to pack a bag.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I told him.
“You haven’t opened the curtains in three weeks.”
“That isn’t your concern.”
“No,” he replied. “But you are.”
I did not want to be rescued, but Chris did not ask for permission. He drove me several states away to a quiet beach. By sunset, I wanted nothing more than to return home and shut myself inside the nursery.
Beaches& Islands
Then I heard a baby crying.
A second cry followed.
We traced the sound to the changing cubicles. Inside one of them were two newborn girls lying on the sand. One was wrapped in a white towel, and the other was covered in pink. For a moment, grief held me still. Then instinct took over.
I dropped to my knees, covered both babies with my jacket, and told Chris to call for help.
