The sun hung overhead when the sleek, grey boat pulled up along the dock the next morning.

Sebastian stood at the wheel, the breeze ruffling through his dark hair. Callista stood a few steps behind him, arms crossed, watching as the island shrank away.

It was a bright, beautiful day. The kind of day that didn’t match the tension coiled in her chest. The silence between them wasn't peaceful. It was thick, stretched tight like a wire ready to snap.

The hum of the engine was the only sound as ...