Xavier’s POV

I feel sick as I circle the pool, the memory of how Jasmine fell into the pool the day we left for Italy rushing into my head.

I’ve not been myself all morning. I’ve been so restless.

At first, it felt as if something was going to happen but when I entered our bedroom this morning and saw Jasmine lying on her back and scrolling through her phone, relief washed through me.

But the dreadful feeling is still there.

I don’t know how long I have to hope for this. Even ...