*Shelby*

The ride back to the resort was a blur of motion and discomfort. Despite the painkillers dulling the throbbing ache in my head, every bump and turn of the winding coastal road jostled my battered body. Michael kept shooting me concerned glances, his hand gently squeezing mine in quiet reassurance.

As we finally pulled through the main gates, my breath caught in my throat. Dozens of familiar faces lined the winding driveway, smiling and waving filling me ...