The villa felt smaller after breakfast.

I sat on the edge of my bed with the ocean light cutting across the floor and tried to steady my hands. Sam’s voice still sat in my ears. *For a moment I actually hoped you’d accidentally drowned.* Ben’s coffee spilling across the white tablecloth kept replaying behind my eyes.

*Don't think it haven't crossed my mind*

What if he was looking for a good reason to kill me?

I unlocked my phone mostly to escape my own head.

A message from Mara was waiting.

Bright. Casual. A photo of her in a studio, headphones around her neck, smiling like the world had never...