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“For a moment, Stuart and Helen stood silent, just watching Lyric darting in and out of the white-fringed brine. Helen wondered if perhaps the child was smiling, maybe just a tiny bit, but her back was to them and it was difficult to get a glimpse of her face. But this Helen knew—the only times this strange, quiet child seemed to find any shard of peace was when she was close to water. The waves seemed thrilled to see her, and together they reared up like wild horses greeting each other before the waves crashed down on the stony shore with their hooves. When smaller waves came, the girl closed her eyes and slowly let her arms sway from side to side, as though listening to some music that the others could not hear. It made Helen’s ears prick up and strain, but it was lost to her.”