“We understand each other then, hon.” Marty squeezes her shoulder once before he and Lewis walk back up the causeway toward land. Once they’re out of earshot, she stops constricting her face, and the sob leaves the back of her throat like a ball of bile and exits her mouth. She looks down at the money in the bag as her tears stream onto the paper. And she knows her daughter is dead. She knows her daughter is dead.
What a way to find out that your daughter is dead.
