She waits for the tide to turn.

A child’s pink bicycle lies in salt marsh grass, wheels still spinning. Tide coming in. A police diver’s hand breaks the surface, holding a purple backpack. The name “LUCY” is written in marker on the strap, the ink bleeding into seawater.

Sasha is in a specialist facility, not a prison. Clara visits daily. Paul, cleared of any wrongdoing, is learning to forgive a woman who never existed. Lucy draws again—a three-legged bird with a fourth leg growing back.

Jenn calls it in. “I think Nina believes she’s saving Lucy from something. A ritual. A trip. She wrote ‘Satrip.’”

Sasha explains: “Satrip. St. Adrian’s. They used to take us to the shore. They said the salt would strip the bad selves away. But it doesn’t strip. It just… buries.”

Karen’s voice goes cold. “There’s no record of a Nina Farrow. Run that name again.” The twist: Nina Farrow died seven years ago. Suicide by drowning in the bay. The body was recovered. Clara identified it. The funeral was attended by 40 people. So who is the woman in the blue coat?