The Witch's Wind

She rested her elbows on the armrests of the lounge chair, sinking comfortably into the padded cushions on the wooden deck of her beach house. The cool evening breeze drifting off the ocean carried the distinct scent of salt and seafoam. She watched her father, Arthur, leaning forward on his seat, his hands gripping his knees as he stared at the space in front of him. His scarred face, usually tig