*Lauren*

The docks loomed ahead, seagulls crying above and boat motors whirring on the water, the scent of salt and diesel filling the air. I spotted Lucas immediately, his tall frame towering over the busy deckhands as they ran around.

I reached the docks just as Aidan's figure grew smaller in the distance, his back turned to us, leaving without so much as a glance over his shoulder. The salty air clung to my skin, the usual comforting scent of the sea now tainted by a sense ...