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Storm sighed.

"Calle."

"I'm kidding."

Storm looked at me.

"She does that."

"Frequently?"

"Constantly."

"I'm standing right here," Calle called, climbing back into the engine room.

Storm smiled despite herself.

I noticed.

It changed her entire face.

For just a second...

The captain disappeared.

The big sister remained.

A movement near the end of the dock caught my attention.

An older woman stepped out of a small white building overlooking the marina.

She carried a tray of cinnamon rolls so fresh I could smell them from twenty feet away.

"Girls!"

Every Sinclair turned.

"Breakfast."

There wasn't a hesitation among them.

Storm's shoulders relaxed.

Willow smiled.

Hazel immediately abandoned her clipboard.

Even Calle emerged from the engine room, wiping her hands on a rag.

Storm looked at me.

"My mother."

"I thought your breakfast was onboard."

"It is."

She smiled.