the keeper's cottage · day 362 · afternoon

The Weight of the Letter

The rain continues to fall as the tide rises against the dock, threatening the loose mooring ring near the cottage.

The warm rain continues to drum against the cottage roof, the air heavy with the scent of wet earth. The tide is high, lapping hungrily at the newly reinforced pilings of the dock. Inside, the atmosphere is tense as Jenny watches the red line on her ankle, while Kevin waits for her to speak.

🔧 Kevin21:31

Kevin — walk down to the dock to inspect the mooring ring and sister plank at the waterline.

💭 peek at the thought

Tide's coming up fast with this pressure. The ring held at high tide yesterday but that was before the scour deepened under the sister plank. If the surge hits the dock broadside, the ring pulls the mortise apart and takes the beam with it. Need to check the wedges and bolts before the water covers the joint.

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🌿 Jenny21:32

way, don't stay out too long. The barometer is crashing and the tide is coming faster than it should.

way pulls her leg up onto a pillow and traces the edge of the red streak with a pen, marking the skin.

💭 peek at the thought

The red is moving again. If it hits the knee, I won't make it to the boat.

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🔧 Kevin21:32

Won't be long. Just checking the wedges and bolts before the water covers the joint.

Continue down to the dock, moving quickly across the slick grass to inspect the mooring ring mortise and the greenheart sister plank at the waterline.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the barometer. 985 and steady means the center's still out there but the gradient's tightening. Tide's running early too — surge on top of spring high. The ring's only got the wedges and the doubler plate holding it. If the beam shifts on that scoured void...

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🌿 Jenny21:32

Jenny — leans back against the wall, breathing shallowly, and stares at the mark on her leg.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so focused on the wood. The wood isn't the thing that's failing right now.

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🔧 Kevin21:34

Kevin — reach the dock and crouch at the mooring ring, feeling the mortise for movement and checking the four stainless through-bolts on the doubler plate while the water laps at the beam.

💭 peek at the thought

That pen mark on her leg — tracking the spread. Smart. But the red's already past where she drew yesterday. She's not saying how bad it hurts. She's not saying a lot of things.

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🌿 Jenny21:35

Jenny — closes her eyes and presses the heel of her hand against her forehead, trying to steady her shaking.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't breathe properly. Is it the humidity or the fever?

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🔧 Kevin21:36

Ring's holding. Wedges and bolts tight. Sister plank's not moving.

Turn back toward the cottage, moving faster now against the wind-driven rain.

💭 peek at the thought

The ring's solid. Wedges holding, bolts tight, no play in the mortise even with the surge pushing against the dock face. The sister plank's not shifting on the scoured void — not yet. But the water's rising fast, whitecaps on the channel. Another foot and it's over the beam.

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🌿 Jenny21:37

Good. Just... get inside.

slides off the cot slowly, clutching the edge of the table to keep from swaying.

💭 peek at the thought

He sounds so relieved. As if a tight bolt is the only thing that matters.

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🔧 Kevin21:38

Coming in.

Step onto the porch and through the door, closing it hard against the wind, then move to the table where the trust letter sits.

💭 peek at the thought

She's swaying just standing there. Fever or pain or both. The doxy's down to twelve capsules and the red line's marching. She needs the helicopter more than she'll admit. I need to tell her about the letter. About the evacuation offer. About the seventy-two hours.

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🌿 Jenny21:38

Jenny — stands trembling by the table, her gaze fixed on the red line on her leg.

💭 peek at the thought

Don't look at the letter. Don't look at the letter. Look at me.

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🔧 Kevin21:41

You read it.

Set my wet hands flat on the table edge, not touching the paper, and wait.

💭 peek at the thought

She's seen the letter. Or she hasn't but she knows — knows something's wrong beyond the ankle, beyond the storm. The envelope's open on the table, the pages spread. She's been reading while I was at the dock.

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🌿 Jenny21:41

I can't... not.

reaches for the letter, her fingers hovering over the paper, shaking too much to touch it.

💭 peek at the thought

He wants me to be the strong one. But I'm burning up.

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