He was a pawn in the judge’s hands. Small, insignifcant. One that you would willingly throw before the enemy in hopes that something better and more valuable could edge its way in.
IT seems as if the word ”tide” is such a quintessential word for a romance story. As if love can only take place in naked passion on a sandy shore. Well this story is different. It’s about a tide but love doesn’t come into it.
