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“Take that off,” Judith Mercer said, and pulled the white cover from Elise Navarro’s head. / Chapter 9 / 10

Chapter 10 - The Salt Air at Cape Henry

Two days later, the three of them stood on the wooden boardwalk at Cape Henry, where the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay opened wide into the grey expanse of the Atlantic Ocean.

The wind was coming hard off the water, cold and smelling of brine and wild sea wrack. Far out on the channel, a Nimitz-class aircraft carrier was making its outbound transit, escorted by two tugs and a guided-missile cruiser, its massive grey island silhouetted against the morning clouds.

Judith stood between Mark and Elise. She held the small presentation box that Admiral Brennan had delivered to the house the previous evening—the scorched identification plate recovered from the Carver’s command deck.

"He loved this point," Judith said, her voice carried away by the wind. "When he was twelve, his father would bring him here to watch the carriers come home. He would stand on the dunes with a pair of cheap binoculars, calling out the hull numbers from memory."

"He called them out on the Carver, too," Elise said, wrapping her arm through Judith’s to help steady the older woman against the gusting breeze. "Every time a supply ship came alongside for an underway replenishment, Andrew would recite her build date and her homeport over the interior comms."

Judith smiled—a small, fragile, beautiful thing that touched the corners of her eyes for the first time in years. "He was so proud of knowing things. He always wanted to be the one who had the answers."

Mark stepped forward, looking down at the scorched plate in his mother's hands. "What do you want to do with it, Mom?"

Judith looked down at the charred metal, at the etched call signs: RAVEN SIX and ANCHOR TWO.

"It doesn't belong in a case on my mantelpiece," Judith said softly. She turned to Elise, lifting the plate from its velvet bed. "It belongs to the ship. And it belongs to the officer who brought his voice home."

Judith held the plate out to Elise.

Elise looked at the scarred brass. For eight years, she had carried the phantom smell of scorched insulation and burning seawater in her lungs, an invisible weight that had isolated her from the family she had married into.

She shook her head gently. "We keep it together, Judith. In the house. Where Andrew told Mark to watch over it."

Judith’s breath caught, then she nodded slowly, pressing the plate against her coat, right over her heart.

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Out on the bay, the departing aircraft carrier sounded its horn—three long, deep blasts that rolled across the grey swells, vibrating through the dunes and rattling the wooden planks beneath their feet. A traditional naval farewell to the shore, signaling departure into harm's way.

Elise raised her head to the sea. The salt air stung her eyes, but her breathing was clear, deep, and steady. The ghost was no longer screaming behind the hatch. He was standing on the deck, watching the wake unravel into the white foam of the Atlantic, finally at rest.

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