Eileen’s POV

The yacht cut steadily across the open sea, leaving a long white trail behind it.

The sun sat high in the sky, warm but not harsh, casting a soft glow over everything. Laughter occasionally drifted across the deck, but it never quite reached me.

I stood by the railing, my fingers resting lightly against the cool metal, my gaze fixed on the horizon.

From afar, I looked calm.Untouchable.

But inside, my thoughts refused to settle.

Winnie approached quietly, handing me a drink.

“You’ve been like this since we left.”

I accepted it but didn’t drink.

“I told you already,” I said. “I’m just thinking.”

“About Adrian.”

It wasn’t...