EVENING settled over the resort like a silk shawl, soft and deliberate.
For most of the day, Amelia had not stepped outside her suite.
Between answering emails, reviewing proposals, and drifting in and out of sleep, she had existed in a quiet bubble. Lunch had been delivered to her door. Dinner too. She had barely drawn the curtains except to watch the sun dip into the horizon from behind the glass.
It was unlike her.
She was not usually the type to hide.
But today had felt heavy in ways she couldn’t explain.
By the time dinner plates were cleared away, the silence of the room began to press against her. She stood near the window for a long moment, watching the beachfront below, the warm lights along the sand, the soft movement of people, the distant laughter carried by wind.
Maybe
