Car theif

Adam sat in his boat, gently swaying as the waves lapped against the hull. The sea stretched out before him, its vast expanse mirroring the emotions churning within him. He often sought solace in the gentle rhythm of the waves when the weight of the world pressed down on his heart.

As he sat lost in thought, his father approached, his footsteps muffled by the sounds of the sea. "Hey, Adam," he said, his voice warm and gentle. Adam looked up, his eyes reflecting his inner turmoil. "Hi, Dad," he replied, managing a small smile.

His father settled down beside him, reaching into the cooler beside him and pulling out a soda. He handed it to Adam, who accepted it with a nod of gratitude. The silence enveloped them for a moment before his father spoke again. "You've been looking pretty down ever since you met Lyra," he observed. "I know she means a lot to you, but you can't let her distract you from the mission."

Adam sighed, taking a sip of his soda. "I'm trying, Dad," he said. "It's just.