Malibu Rising

Nina had lived on this small stretch of coast her entire life and she understood she could do little to prevent it from changing. She lay in bed dreaming of her surfboard underneath her chest in the water, before she began remembering reality—that hundreds of people were going to descend upon her house in just over twelve hours. But when she thought of a life with Brandon, her muscles relaxed and breath came easier. When she finally made her way into the kitchen, she saw the floor was covered in tiny shards of chips and crackers that had been crushed under dancing feet.