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With a Herculean effort, Karen managed to swim back to shore, Brianna clutched tightly in her arms. They emerged from the water, exhausted but grateful to be safe.
They walked together toward the shore, feet sinking into warm sand, June steadying herself with a hand on Brianna’s arm. They talked about small things—the neighbor’s peony bush, a recipe Brianna wanted to try—and also about the big, quiet things that used to be too difficult: June’s childhood in a town inland, the way wind smelled there in winter; Brianna’s new job and the odd way it made her feel both proud and untethered. momcomesfirst240528briannabeachtheaccide