His father had worked hard at the restaurant that had been his parents’ dream, making enough to start his own business, Jordan Shipping, which Iian’s brother Todd now ran. Their father had been the glue that had held their family together, after the loss of their mother at Iian’s birth. The pain of losing their father, however, had taken a lot longer for them to get over. Sign language was now something he did without thinking. Learning a new language had been hard for him, even harder on his brother and sister, Todd and Lacey. It took him almost a year to get over his physical wounds. He couldn’t remember all the details, but his memories played like a broken record in his head. The nightmares of that day still haunted him. It had been over ten years since his accident, which had left him without his father, and without his hearing. Though unable to hear, he knew fog horns would be sounding, signaling their warning of the jagged shore. He could see the lights from fishing boats, they were scattered along the shoreline. This was his home he belonged here and just knew it. The rain had stopped an hour earlier, leaving a lingering scent in the breeze that hit his face. Low dark clouds hovered over the dark horizon as mist clung all around him. Winter was almost over, yet the cold seemed to hang in the air. Overlooking the water, Iian watched as the waves crashed violently on the rocks below the cliffs.
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