The Only One Left

by Riley Sager

And how was I to become a great writer without having any experiences to write about?

Some days, Hope’s End felt so much like a prison that I thought I’d scream if I had to spend one more minute inside its walls. Whenever I got that way, the only cure was to be outside. I loved the grounds and the sea and the sky.

At Hope’s End, the dominant night noises are the ocean and the wind—a discordant duet that keeps me awake.

The sun, wind, and salty air combine to calm me down, make me start thinking rationally again.