gesture wasnât lost on the intelligent lady vet.
She swallowed. âI see my reputation precedes me.â
Then her face blanked like a hurricane shutter nailed over a window. âAnd yes. Iâm that Caroline Duer.â
Chapter Four
R ecalling Weston Clarkâs fierce scowl, Caroline felt tears burning her eyelids the entire journey from the Neck to VIMS. Izzie tugged on heartstrings Caroline didnât know she possessed. And Caroline had been getting along so nicely with Izzieâs handsome exâCoast Guard father, too, untilâ
Until she told him her name.
âWhat canât be cured, must be endured.â A saying of her fatherâs, which had become a self-fulfilling prophecy for Carolineâs life thus far.
At the sloshing sounds from the back of the SUV, Caroline monitored the Kempâs ridley from the rearview mirror. She sighed as she bypassed Kiptohanock for Wachapreague. She might not be able to bring about reconciliation with her family, but she could make a difference in the endangered turtleâs life and with the other sea creatures sheâd have a chance to save over the course of the summer.
She was pleased to find her interns moved into the dormitory when she arrived at the makeshift surgical center. Sheâd need their assistance to help Izzieâs turtle mama.
Caroline bit her lip. In her experience, it was best not to get too attached to the animals. Much less attached to humans, who were unpredictable and unreliable. When and if the female was deemed sea-ready, the turtle would be tagged for tracking and released into the open ocean once more.
Hours later, Caroline emerged from surgery and wiped the sweat off her brow with her hand. Her students would settle the Kempâs ridley into the tank and monitor the turtleâs vital signs.
Sheâd managed to save all but a small portion of one of the turtleâs flippers. Barring infection, she was optimistic as to the turtleâs chances of survival and eventual release into the turtleâs natural habitat. Which, of course, was the ultimate goal of the pilot program.
Behind the westerly horizon of the trees, the setting sun cast a molten glow upon the water in the harbor. Still in scrubs, she paused on the steps of the institute to take in the view of an Eastern Shore sunset. Her stomach growled. Lunch at the Island House with Roland had been hours ago.
After sheâd been on her feet for hours in surgery, dinner was her next priority. Perhaps sheâd try the Sage Diner, a longtime Shore favorite, near the motel on Highway 13. It probably wouldnât be a problem getting a table, since the tourist season hadnât properly begun yet.
She was startled to find her sisters waiting for her in the institute parking lot.
Amelia gazed at her across the roof of the RAV4. âWe need to talk, Caroline.â
Carolineâs bracelets jangled as her fist tightened around the key. âI think Daddy pretty much said everything there was to say.â
Honey came around the car. âDaddy is like an old sea dog. His bark is worse than his bite.â
âSheâs right.â Amelia nodded. âAnger is easier for him to acknowledge than the hurt.â
âHurt I caused.â Caroline gulped. âAnger I deserve.â
âDaddy will move beyond both if you give him time.â Honey touched her arm. âIâm sure of it.â
Caroline shuffled her flip-flops in the gravel. âYouâre more confident of that than I am.â
âIâm sure enough for both of us.â Honey gave Caroline a small smile. âItâs good to see you. Iâve missed you.â
A lump the size of a boulder lodged in Carolineâs throat. âI missed you, too, baby sis.â She turned her face into the wind blowing off the water. âMore than youâll ever know.â
âWe all missed you, Caroline.â
Caroline angled at the pensive note in
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