But there is a vague memory of that morning. Just after Preston and Emma took off, bound for the mainland when I remember Nash coming out of the pool. He glared at me with such anger that I was struck by it. We were always easy on each other. I didn’t want to be the strict, uncaring father mine was, but seeing that expression on his face brought out my guilt. Guilt for the terrible thing I had done, although there was no way he could have known.
