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355 pages, Hardcover
First published September 1, 2018
I spot something washed up in the surf. It's a shoe, half-buried in the sand.
Lolo's yellow socks are still stuffed inside, covered in pebbles and seaweed from the waves. There's no sign of his other shoe anywhere. From the looks of things, it must have been dragged off in the tide.
I take two shaky steps into the water and call out his name.
"Lolo!"
[. . .] Keep an eye on him. I hear Abuela's words in my head. It wasn't long ago that she would stand at the shore as we headed in, calling those same words about me. "Keep an eye on la niña," she'd tell Lolo, her voice fading in the crash of waves as went into the deep.
My eye starts to pull uncomfortably, and I rub my fist against it hard. Where can he be?
I don’t know what is going to happen next year, no one does. But that’s OK. I can handle it, I decide. It’s just a harder gear, and I am ready. All I have to do is take a deep breath and ride.