“I heard the crashing of waves and smelled salt in the air. My heart raced. I opened my eyes to see the swamp and not the ocean.
A vision of my father stepped out of my thoughts and projected in front of me.
Waves crashing? Salty air? The ghost of my father? Have I gone mad?
He hovered mid-air as though he was looking for something.'Search your memories, Jess. You must hurry. Time is running out.' ”