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Dorothy Tinsley and the Call of the Stars 🌙 Chapter 3: Do I Know You?

☀️ The sunlight hit her eyes, warm and blinding. Dorothy blinked awake, realizing she had slept better than she had in months. The bus was still, the doors open to a quiet, unfamiliar beach.

“Weren’t you going to the final stop?” She asked the driver, confused.
The man smiled gently, like someone who knew more than he said.
“This is the right place,” he replied.
“I… I want to get off, please.”
“Of course.”

He opened the door. Dorothy stepped out, the cold sand crunching under her bunny slippers. When she turned back, the bus was already pulling away, disappearing into the morning fog as if it had never been there.

Dorothy stood at the edge of the shore, irritated, exhausted, and completely lost. The beach was beautiful: soft waves, golden light, a sky so clear it hurt, but she didn’t see any of it.
“What am I doing here?” she snapped. “Isn’t my life already enough of a mess? I hate this. I hate my life.”

She kicked at the incoming wave. Bad idea. It crashed against her ankles, knocking her down, drenching her from head to toe. She sat there dripping, sand sticking to her pajamas, feeling ridiculous.
Footsteps approached. “Are you alright?” a man asked.

Dorothy looked up and froze. She had seen him before.
The janitor. The bus driver. And now… a lifeguard? She stood quickly. “Do I know you?”

“Yes,” he said, smiling softly. “But not as much as I’d like to.”

Her confusion deepened. She had seen him, she was sure of it, but her brain couldn’t place him properly. Everything felt foggy.
He held out a small card: simple, black, with an address printed in clean white letters.

“Here. Take this. Go to this place. It’s not far from here. I’m certain it can help you.” She blinked, glancing down at the card in her hand for a single second.
But when she looked back up. He was gone. No footsteps. No shadow.

Just the waves, whispering secrets she didn’t yet understand...