The lighthouse keeper's daughter wasn't supposed to be in the tower after dark, but Sadie had learned long ago that rules were made by people who didn't understand the sea.
She pressed her palm against the cold glass, watching the storm roll in from the east. The beam swept across churning waves, illuminating something that shouldn't be there—a boat, too small for these waters, struggling against the tide.
No one goes out in weather like this. No one sane.