Part 16 — Eddie’s Slip

A man in a baseball cap walks alone down a fog-covered marina dock with his hands in his jacket pockets, boats barely visible through the haze.

This morning started quieter than usual along the waterfront. Not peaceful—just the kind of silence that hangs when everyone’s waiting for something to break. After yesterday’s confrontation, tension sat heavy in the air, the way fog hangs low over the pilings before sunrise. Something Off I walked down toward the fuel dock to clear my … Continue reading Part 16 — Eddie’s Slip