It was Connie, calling through one of her social media accounts. There was genuine concern in her voice, and Rome felt a pang of guilt for not calling her sister sooner to update her about everything that had been happening.
It was their last day in Bali. She and Cayson had spent the afternoon surfing at the beach until around four o'clock, then traveled back to the hotel to get ready for dinner at a well-known beach club he had reserved.
“Rome, did you hear what I just said?” Connie's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Rome was standing by the window of their room, already dressed to leave
