The ocean didn’t care that her world had cracked open. Tessa walked until the villa lights were nothing more than a dying glow behind her.

The wind whipped her dress against her legs, sharp as slaps. Sand stuck to the soles of her bare feet, then to the tears sliding down her cheeks when she finally let them fall.

She kept going until her lungs burned and her calves screamed. Until the only sound was the crash of waves and the ragged pull of her own breath.

Then she dropped.

Her knees hit the wet sand. Her palms sank in. The tide rushed up, the cold water curling around her...