The sharp tang of vinegar and the soft curve of her cheek pull me from where I linger. A change from seaweed and jagged rocks. She gazes out to sea, clutching a bag of chips like a life raft. Tears in familiar eyes make my chest ache, but I can’t think… I don’t know… I’m not sure… My tiny shadow wraps her cold hand in mine. “Daddy, don’t you remember?” I glance behind us. Only one set of footsteps trail across the beach, and I find it difficult to breathe. My little girl tugs my hand. Insistent. Why is she so wet? I hold her tight against me and try…
