Southern Vale Airport.

A private yacht was moored at the dock.

The captain warned that the sea was rough today, so they'd be moving slowly-it would take around four hours to reach Sapphire Shores.

Briony Kensington's head throbbed dully. As soon as she boarded the yacht, she found a quiet room and went straight to bed.

Stewart Wentworth, knowing she was unwell, asked one of the stewardesses to bring Briony some motion sickness pills.

Briony didn't protest. She swallowed the pills and collapsed onto the bed.

The wind was fierce, and the yacht rocked and pitched as it cut across the waves.

Briony hadn't slept well last night, and lying down didn't do much to ease her discomfort.

Eventually, the medicine began to work; she drifted in and out of a restless sleep.

When she finally woke, the boat was tossing even more violently than before.

She pushed back the covers and sat up, checking the time-only two hours had passed.

Frustration washed over her. Every minute felt like an eternity.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Briony slipped on her shoes and went to answer it.

Stewart stood outside, his gaze dark and steady. "Still feeling sick?"

Briony didn't bother replying.

we dock. You haven't eaten since this morning-I asked them to prepare lunch

want to rest. Let me know when

she shut the door in

stared at the closed door, lips pressed into a

moment, he turned and

to eat-not just to avoid Stewart, but because the seasickness had killed her appetite.

next two hours crawled by in

last, the yacht

boat, hand clasped over her mouth, and made

bottle of water and handing it to her. She took it gratefully and rinsed out

been churning in her

If you need to rest, we

him off, her voice steady.

a brief

...

by car from the dock to

had rented a Volkswagen at

from the port, the pavement narrowed, riddled with potholes and

grow more and more primitive, her worry deepening with

a thicket of trees

even narrower and more winding. It was impossible to take the car

parked at the edge of the

out, their shoes sinking into the muddy,

were single-story stone cottages. Every yard had a vegetable patch, and most families kept chickens or ducks-pungent farm

Briony's expression grew

mother really lived in such a remote, impoverished place for the

much farther?"

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