Club-Wendy

CHAPTER 8: I Spy Wendy sat at the edge of the shore, just looking. The night was almost over, and Wendy had passed the time sifting sand between her fingers. She had not known what to hope for or what to expect by sneaking to the seaside like a fugitive. But once Wendy had found the shore, she was immediately grateful for the silence and open air. She needed the solitude. She needed to think. At first, Wendy's head had buzzed as she revisited the latest events. But gradually, with the melodic heave of the ocean, all disappointing thoughts faded into a comfortable nothingness. So the girl just sat and watched her first ocean dawn. Impercep