Jay goes to the coast. To be alone. To drop the costume of his perfect life. His 20 year self-made career. His high-rise apartment. His stunning wife.

Crystal’s terrified of water. Won’t go within miles of an ocean view. Safe in the city. Working overtime. All the time climbing walls. It’s what we do.

Jay goes away three or four times a year. But there’s no other. No. The coast is clear. The ocean is his solitude. His mother. His nemesis. His reflection. His whore. Enter Suzanna Santiago. Whirlwind gypsy who is all this and more.

Where do you go when you’ve climbed to the top, and the rules and the glass have been flipped around? What do you do when you stare out to sea… And you see that the only way free is straight down?

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