After her father’s death, Leah inherited his seaside cottage. Locals whispered that the sea “spoke” to him — that he could hear voices in the waves. At first, she dismissed it as folklore, until one night she heard her father’s voice calling her name from the shore.
Drawn to the water, she found messages written in seashells and driftwood spelling out things only he would know. The tide rose, pulling her closer.
The climax: Leah followed the voice into the waves, discovering an underwater world shimmering with light and memory. When dawn came, the beach was empty — except for her footprints leading into the sea, and a seashell engraved with the words “I’m home
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