““insect breakfasts. They uttered scratchy, catlike calls whenever Kinley strayed too near. The rising sun felt good on her face as it heated the briny breeze of the San Diego coast. This is where I should be. As she skirted a tidal pool, Kinley wondered why she hadn’t come here more often when she’d been stateside. She’d never hiked the entire half-mile trail through the reserve. Atop the cliff in the distance,””
