There was only one place for Louisa to go—out. She turned toward the back door and pushed it open, walking onto the porch, which had a great view of Brant Point, the very place where Cody was stationed—at least, she assumed he was stationed there.

Dare she say she hoped he was stationed there?

If he had to look at Brant Point lighthouse every day, there was no way he could not think about that pact they’d made when they were kids. They’d talked about it every year on their shared birthday, after all.

What if the accident really had been God’s way of reminding her of what she wanted—a chance to make things right? What if this was her chance to say she was sorry and unload the years of guilt she’d been carrying?

It still angered her that one childish mistake had ruined so many relationships and maybe even so many lives.

She didn’t know about that last part because she’d lost touch with the Boggs family, and it was too painful to go hunting them down. She was certain her mother still hadn’t forgiven her, which meant Marissa Boggs hadn’t forgiven her, which meant Cody also hadn’t forgiven her.

“Did you know he was stationed here?” she asked Maggie without looking at her.

“Honey, I know we don’t talk about Cody Boggs, but that boy doesn’t keep in touch with me,” Maggie said. “I’m guessing Nantucket is a part of his life he’d just as soon forget.”

“Then what’s he doing back here?”

“Seems like maybe he was sent back just in time,” Ally chimed in. “Another Coastie might not have spotted you out there.” Ally was doing everything she could not to sound pragmatic at the moment, and Louisa didn’t appreciate it. She counted on her friend to keep her head out of the clouds.

Louisa shook her head. “If he’d known it was me, he probably would’ve left me to drown.”

“Lou, you can’t change the past,” Maggie said. “All’s you can do is learn from your mistakes and move on.”

“I know,” she said. “That’s what I’ve done.”

“That’s what you think you’ve done,” Maggie said.

“But you still have pictures of him in your desk drawer,” Ally said.

“Lots of people keep old photos,” Louisa protested, but even she knew the truth. She cracked her knuckles—she did that sometimes when she was nervous. “I just want to make it right.”

Where had that come from? She didn’t want to make anything right. She wanted to make it all go away.

“Maybe this one is best left alone,” Maggie said.

“Why?” Louisa asked, not really wanting an answer.