The sun was just beginning to crest over the water, painting the sky in violent streaks of bruised purple and brilliant gold. Inside the house, I could hear the soft, … Continue reading Chapter 61: The Inheritance of Shadows The Pacific Ocean was a relentless, rhythmic reminder of the peace I had fought so desperately to build. I stood on the expansive wooden deck of our Malibu home, a mug of black coffee warming my hands against the cool morning sea breeze.