DAISY

The next morning arrived with a blinding flash of white light and a pounding ache behind my eyes.

I groaned, rolling over on the mattress as the bright Mediterranean sun forced its way through the gap in the curtains. 

My head was spinning from the sweet rum cocktails, but the second my eyes adjusted to the dark room, my gaze landed straight on the nightstand. The glass of water Leo had poured for me was sitting right there. Next to it, the tiny plastic beads of the cheap blue thread bracelet on my wrist caught the morning light.

A small, secret smile broke across my face. I brought my...