AMY POV

The water was warm against my skin, and for the first time in my life, I didn't feel like I had to hold my breath while I enjoyed it.

That was the strangest part of happiness — how suspicious it made me. I kept waiting for something to go wrong, for the universe to remember it owed me a debt of misery and come collect. But the days kept passing and nothing came. Just sun. Just the smell of salt and citrus from the garden Madame Loretta insisted on growing along the back fence of the villa. Just Antonio, somewhere across an ocean, pretending he wasn't checking his...