Bella pov.

The next morning, above the sea rose a ray of sunlight, from the window into the cabin. The sunlight scattered on my skin, making me feel a little warm. I slowly opened my eyes.

"You're awake!"

I still felt weak. I struggled to turn my head to the other side and wanted to figure out the source of the voice.

"Quinn?" I was surprised to see the man in front of me. It was the man's assistant, Quinn.

"Mrs. Bella, how are you? I haven't seen you for many years, and I’m really glad that you still remember me."

How can I not remember? Back then Stinson went...