My daughter-in-law always hid her hands and back—until a beach trip revealed the truth she had been carrying all along.

for the surf.

Ben followed them straight into the water.

Carol settled under an umbrella with a magazine and a hat the size of a satellite dish.

Emily lowered herself into a chair and opened a paperback.

The towel stayed around her shoulders.

I sat beside her.

For the first half hour, I tried not to speak.

The ocean rolled in and out.

Children shrieked.

Ben continue reading …