Vera

Rain blurred the world into streaks of silver and ash.

The closer we got to the docks, the more it felt like driving straight into a storm that had been waiting for us all along.

The sea roared somewhere beyond the warehouses, waves slamming against the pier as if warning us to turn back. But Nicolas didn’t slow down. Neither did I.

Every heartbeat whispered the same name.

Vanessa.

He stopped the car a few yards from the gate. The headlights cut through the fog, catching the outline of ...