They sprinted down the shore. Low tide wouldn’t last long, so they had to be quick. He held out his hand to help her wade the short gap to the exposed rock leading to the lighthouse. Carefully climbing the steps, they crept through the heavy steel door and wound their way up to the lookout. “It’s all dirty,” she swiped her foot across the weathered floor. “We can clear a path. It’ll be fine,” he said as he moved some empty bottles to make a spot big enough for the two of them. He pointed out the window. “Look at the boats.” Her eyes shimmered. “Ooh.” She walked up and peered out over the sea while he pulled a small package out of his back pocket and pointed to the cleared spot. “Come on, let’s play.” She giggled, covering her mouth with her small pudgy hand. “Go Fish first, you promised.” He clumsily shuffled the cards and dealt them out. “I know, little sister. I know.”