Ocean of Sins

By nine o'clock that night, night had fallen in heavy velvet over the Atlantic Ocean, blanketed by a canopy of brilliant silver stars. Inside the Hamptons estate, the roaring fireplace in the master suite was the only source of light, casting deep amber shadows across the soaring cedar rafters and the king-sized platform bed. Through the thirty-foot glass walls, the dark, turbulent ocean crashed against the white sand in rhythmic,…