Liana’s POV

The email came on a Tuesday afternoon. She almost missed it, buried between investor updates, budget revisions, and a request from legal. No subject line. Just a name.

Below it, a flight itinerary. Athens, then a connecting seaplane to a small island she’d never heard of. She stared at the screen for a long time, torn between instinct and ache.

Every rational part of her said no. She was busy. It was impractical. Unnecessary. Dangerous. But the truth was simpler, she was ...