*Good stuff*

Alecia pulled up to the familiar stretch of road, the tires crunching softly over the gravel before coming to a stop. She let out a slow breath, hands still gripping the wheel.

She turned the engine off, but didn’t get out right away.

Outside, the private beach stretched in front of her. It was so small, quiet, untouched by tourists or crowds. The water was calm, a deep blue under the late morning sun, and the sand looked soft, almost inviting. A short distance away, the cabin ...