The island was enveloped in silence that night.

Sebastian had just returned. Callista was already inside, setting the dining table simply for two. They shared a quiet meal, just exchanged glances across the dinner table. It was just the two of them as usual, eating the lasagna and salad Callista had made.

After the dinner, Sebastian carried the dishes to the sink while she remained seated, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her glass.

He returned with a glass of water in hand and leaned ...