"Holy shit," Kate says and yeah, there's a body, and she knows what whatever's just happened to Carla Jean, it's pretty fucking serious, but she can't stop her feet from carrying her across the sand. For a second, she stands there, then she throws her arms around Carla Jean and it's probably the worst time in the world to be giving someone a hug, but she can't not. Because she's missed her so much, more than she's ever let herself dwell on for very long, but it's impossible to deny when she's here and she remembers.

"Hi," she says, pulling back a little. Her gaze drifts to the body briefly and she realizes they're probably going to have to do something about it. Maybe they can just leave him on the beach as long as there's nothing to tie him to Carla Jean or maybe the police here will believe it's self-defense. Her mind is already racing, trying to decide who to call and she thinks Forrest might be able to help them better than anyone else she knows and she's pretty sure he won't ask too many questions. "Sorry."