Tides of the Heart
The salt spray stung Amelia’s eyes as she peered through her binoculars at the churning sea. Dark clouds loomed on the horizon, matching her mood. Three weeks into their marine biology expedition, and they’d found nothing of note. Just endless water and dwindling supplies. “See anything?” Dr. Russo’s voice startled her. The expedition leader had appeared silently beside her on the ship’s deck. Amelia lowered the binoculars, shaking her head. “Nothing but waves, sir. Are you sure this is the right area?” ...