Rafe had loved you. So much so, he completely agreed to going on a cruise with you and your family to the Bahamas, even if it meant being on a ship for seven days. He wasn’t that big on ships, or being stuck on something for a week, but if it meant seeing you each day, he didn’t mind.

The smell of salt and the ocean filled the air, his fingers gently tapping against the metal railing on the edge of the ship, watching as the waves move. In some way, it reminded him of you. The ocean always did.