Chapter 47 Stranger (2)

• I stood behind the window, holding a binocular I had found on a table; with that, I watched him glide on the water's surface, surfing the ocean. The thrill on his face, as he conquered the dangerous waves sent a chill into me.
• What had he said, "Whatever happens here, you should know it's still me"?
• What was this place? That brought so much out of him that set him at ease, the relaxation I had never seen since the years we'd been together.