Still, Elias kept the true shape of it locked behind his teeth. Even Bram and Tess spoke in fragments on the dock. “Tomorrow?” “If the wind holds.” “How many?” “Enough.” The less said aloud, Elias believed, the better.
The chosen morning arrived cold and beautifully clear. Golden-hour light was expected at 6:12, according to one influencer’s public schedule. Elias knew because the visitors had posted their plans online, complete with outfits, angles, and captions about “soft nautical serenity.”