The marina was quiet when I pulled up, just the smell of diesel and the creak of lines against the docks. I was heading to my slip to wipe down my boat before the buyer came to pick it up. But…
I called Dad, and the first words out of my mouth were, “Dad, where’s my boat? ” There was this pause. Not a guilty pause. A casual one, like I’d asked him where the TV remote was. “Oh, Troy moved it up to Swansboro. He’s got a slip up there, closer to the inlet. Better … Read more