Maeve–Four Months Later

Suntra was not what I was expecting.

I had become accustomed to the seemingly endless white-sand beaches of Avondale, where the sand grit was so fine it felt like powdered sugar as you walked barefoot in the surf. Suntra’s sand was coarse and golden and dappled with tidepools brimming with long strings of seaweed.

The island itself was small and mountainous, large rock formations jutting out of the shallow sea all around the snug ...