As always, one of her books was next to her.
You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.
One wild card was yet to be played.
Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.
THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.