Luca’s POV

The wind carried the scent of salt and sandy, warm beaches where I stood on shore, gazing on the crashing waves. The tide was low, and there were glistening pools of water left in the sand, small mirrors reflecting the sky. I liked to think them to have hidden secrets, visions of something beneath. I kicked against the shell on the ground and watched as it fell before bending to retrieve it. The smooth, pale pink finish, where the edge had slowly been worn by the sea, made for ...