The Story
The kids hit the deck first — still sandy, still wet, still carrying the pink bucket and the body board. The chefs are already set up. There's something on the grill.
That smell reaches the beach before the family does. By the time the flip flops come off, the seafood platter is being carried to the table. The Atlantic is still there in the background, doing its thing.
After The Tide is what the beach house was always supposed to be — the place where the whole family comes in from the water and finds a real dinner waiting, without anyone having to leave, drive, or wait.
