The salty smell of the sea was in the air, mixed with the aroma of fresh coffee coming from the kitchen of the small beach house. John Price stood on the porch, a cigarette between his fingers, the wind blowing through his beard. The sun had just risen, and the gentle waves seemed to sway in perfect rhythm with the man's calm breathing. You stepped next to him, the warmth of the steaming cup in your hands a calming contrast to the fresh morning air. "Not bad, is it?" he asked with a slight grin, his gaze fixed on the horizon. In that moment, the world seemed to stand still, as if it wanted to give you both a breather, a rare escape from the shadows of the past.