She peered down at the ocean blue stone that plated the bracelet hanging from her wrist, nimble fingers running over it. The corners of her mouth tugged upwards-- it had always brought her comfort. The sea breeze gently blew through Nerida's hair as she dug her feet into the warm beads of sand around her. For as long as she could remember Nerida had been drawn to ocean, it always made her feel as if she was at home. Home. What a funny thing it was. What happens when home isn't what she thought it was and Nerida's world gets turned upside down, and her life as she knows it changes.