One street lamp cast a circle of yellow light over the wet asphalt by the pier railing.

I drew my dark wool cardigan around my shoulders and went out onto the little concrete balcony.

The ocean rolled against the stone seawall in slow, steady thumps.

My cell phone lay face up on the small round glass table next to my iron chair.

At ten fifteen, the screen lit up in a bright green glow.

I leaned forward without touching the glass.

The notification center showed seventeen missed calls.