My careful, watchful husband had not been outwitted by a current or caught off guard by a sky he should have read.

He had seen the sky, I was now certain.

He had read the squall coming, the way he read everything.

And he had gone toward it anyway, boys and all, because the alternative was to leave two people to drown, and that was an alternative that did not exist for a man like Lucas.

He had chosen.

That changed everything about how I would carry it.

Chapter 23 — The Whistle on the Nail