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Killian operates a lighthouse in the middle of nowhere, preferring a life of isolation, until one day a woman and a baby wash up on his little island and change his life forever. 

As he walks toward the lighthouse, he shifts his gaze to the ocean that’s lapping up against the shore nearby. The water sprays at him and he grits his teeth, breathing in deep the salty air.

He narrows his eyes and stops dead in his tracks the instant he notices a lump lying at the shore, the foaming water washing over it every few moments.

He stares at it a moment longer, then shifts his gaze a little further up the shore to a brown basket nestled in seaweed and wet sand. His brow furrows slightly and his hand pulls free from his jacket so he can comb through his hair nervously.

He starts for the two washed up lumps quickly, breaths coming out in nervous, shaking huffs, and when he reaches the blue lump, he kneels down beside it. It’s a woman.