The cabin door opened with a soft click. Alexander looked up from Ruth's journal, his fingers still resting on the worn leather cover. His expression shifted from surprise to something more guarded, hope held carefully in check.

Camille stood in the doorway, backlit by the morning sun. The ocean breeze had loosened strands of her hair from its perfect arrangement, giving her a wildness that contradicted the careful image she'd maintained since her transformation. She ...