We're going hiking

DEIRDRE POV

DAY TEN

It was three days after the boat incident. I guess I had come to terms with the fact that I wasn't leaving this island anymore because, for one, we had barely gotten any accurate information about the escape route.

Matteo kept searching, likewise Vittorio. It seemed I was the only one who had given up all hope because both men still had hopes and never relented.

Doing a little stretch, I put my hair in a bun, gazed at the cracked mirror on the wall, and then jumped as a knock sounded on the door.

"Matteo?" I called, dabbing my face with the powder brush before walking to the door.

The last time I had really prepped up myself was on the ship. And it was because of the function Matteo had forced me to attend.

Right now, I felt like doing it even though it was barely necessary.

"Matteo?" I called again but received no response.

He hadn't told me he was coming back this early, but he could be sometimes unpredictable.

Sighing as I heard nothing, I undid the lock and gas