SERAPHINA’S POV
I woke to the muted hush of the ocean. The sound was steady, rhythmic, as though the entire island breathed in and out in sync with me.
For a moment, I lay still on the wide, soft bed, the gauzy curtains swaying with the salt-tinged breeze that slipped in through the open balcony doors.
Beyond them, Musha Cay glowed with early sunlight, the horizon painted in coral and rose.
Daniel’s laughter from the night before lingered in my head, clear and bright like windchimes.
The memory pulled me upright, shoulders heavy with sleep yet warmed by the thought of spending the day with my baby.
Dinner last night had been…awkward—Kieran’s parents trying too hard to make small talk, Kieran himself brooding behind polite restraint.
The only light—as usual—had been Daniel, chattering about surfing, about the villa, about how much better coconuts tasted here than anywhere else in the world.
