Maya laughed softly, the sound carried away by the wind as it tangled through her hair. The yacht sliced through the calm waves with effortless grace, each ripple a quiet reminder that the chaos wasn’t over—just waiting beyond the horizon.
The sea stretched endlessly ahead, painted in gold and blue, and for a fleeting moment, everything felt still, balanced—sun, salt, and the steady promise of whatever came next.
Their journey home was calm and uneventful—almost deceptively so after everything that had unfolded.
Damien spent most of the time in his office with James, immersed in back-to-back virtual meetings that demanded his focus. Maya joined Dahlia for a leisurely afternoon tea on the deck, the two women sharing soft laughter and stories that wove the past into the present—tales of M
