Read the excerpt. The sky was overcast, and the wind was insistent. But the sand was warm, the sea was a soothing shade of green, and the deserted shoreline had a remote feel despite the sound of rush-hour traffic. Sandy, the oldest sister, tried and failed to light the small camp stove. Maribel zipped up her jacket, pulled the hood over her head, and went over to help with the camp stove. Madeline, the youngest of the three sisters, waded into the chilly water up to her knees.