Storm...
If you're reading this, I know you'll be trying to carry everyone by yourself.
Don't.
You've always believed protecting your sisters means carrying every burden alone.
It doesn't.
Let them help you.
That's what family is for.
I couldn't read another word.
Grandpa...
Even years later...
He still knew me.
Thomas looked toward Calle.
"He wrote something for each of you."
Calle's eyes widened.
"For us?"
Thomas nodded.
"He finished these journals a few weeks before he died."
Ivy stepped closer.
"He knew."
Thomas's face became solemn.
"I believe James knew his time was running out."
Nathan stood near the doorway, staring out across the cove.
He hadn't said a word since learning about his father.
Thomas quietly walked over beside him.
"You loved your father."
Nathan nodded without looking at him.
"More than anyone."
"I'm sorry."
Nathan let out a slow breath.
"So am I."