The wind was picking up. A storm was coming.

Callista stared out the window of the small cabin, arms wrapped around her stomach, her breath catching as the sea crashed violently against the rocky shore below.

This place was isolated. It was cut off from everything, and the silence pressed in so heavily she could swear she was the last person left in the world.

But, she thought, a bitter smile tugging at her lips, she had been going through worse things.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm ...