Minutes crawled by in the damp darkness of the deserted island. The wet forest floor felt painfully cold against Tessa’s bare feet. Inside her chest, a frozen emptiness had taken over ever since she watched the life fade from her father’s eyes.

Her sobs had thinned into silent trembling. Each ragged breath shuddered through her, growing weaker, as if crying had drained whatever strength she had left.

Her mind, numb with shock, drifted through broken, scattered images.

Nathan. Where ...