Lesa walked down the beach as the waves crash the shore. The sand beneath her feet washed away with each new wave. The smell of the salt water tickled her nose.

She looked over her shoulder at the house behind her. Her parent’s house. Now it was her house. Their house. Her parents deeded it to her when they moved to Paris.

Lesa closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. So many good things happened here. The smells reminded her of her childhood. Birthdays, parties, dates. Her wedding. This place held all her most precious memories.

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