Baysafe Better -

She touches the wooden railing of the pier, worn smooth by a hundred years of hands. “Not tonight,” she whispers. “Not yet.”

She doesn’t add the real warning. She doesn’t need to. Baysafe lives up to its name. Always has. Always will. baysafe

The water ripples from the center outward, as if something has smiled. She touches the wooden railing of the pier,