But fear wasn’t going to save her. She needed a plan.
As the sun rose over the horizon, painting the ocean in molten gold, Lena dragged herself out of bed and dressed quickly. She caught her reflection in the mirror — pale skin, dark circles, eyes far too alert — and forced herself to take a deep breath.
It was another day. Another try.
If her previous escape plan hadn’t worked, she would have to be smarter.
Someone on this island had to have a way to reach the outside world.
Marla, maybe. The woman seemed kind, practical. And, most importantly, she had access to things Lena didn’t.
The villa was already alive with quiet activity when Lena stepped into the sunlit breakfast hall. The scent of roasted coffee and fresh fruit filled the air, and for a moment she almost felt normal.
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