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Talking over their vacation plans and serendipity with Lily is a great weight off Amanda’s shoulders. The apartment’s cozy glow and the comforting aroma of vanilla candles make her forget about the rain outside.“Alright,” Lily says, grabbing glasses from the kitchen, “to Amanda! To freedom, cinnamon rolls, and the best trip ever!”They clink their glasses, and Amanda laughs as the cider fizzes and tickles her nose. “To all of that,” she agrees, her grin growing wider. She has almost forgotten what it feels like to laugh so freely.Amanda rarely drinks anything other than Baileys, but cider is a nice try.“And to bravery. It’s not easy to leave something behind, even when you know it’s the right thing to do.”Amanda feels a lump rise in her throat at Lily’s words. She hasn’t realized how much she needs to hear them. “Thank you,” she says softly, her voice steady but her eyes shining.“Enough with the tears,” Lily says, setting down her glass and grabbing Amanda’s hand. “We have a night

The van speeds along the coastal road, the windows down to let in the salty breeze from the sea. Amanda leans her head against the seat, admiring the view outside window. The ride to restaurant is also a feast for the eyes. “We’re almost there,” Javier says, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. “The best paella on the island awaits!”The van turns onto a narrow lane, winding through groves of olive and orange trees before emerging into a small square. The restaurant seems to glow in the amber light of dusk. Its terrace overlooks the sea, where fishing boats bobbed gently in the harbour.The aroma of garlic and fresh seafood drifts toward them as they step out of the van. Amanda inhales deeply, a smile tugging at her lips. The promise of warm company and a delicious meal felt like a salve to her broken heart.They sit down and order the food Javier recommends.Paella bursts with vibrant saffron-ye

As the days stretch into a rhythm of exploration, the island reveals its secrets. They wander through the cobbled streets, where buildings stand like sentinels of time, their pastel facades glowing under the winter sun. Kara insists on stopping at every cafe, tasting pastries dusted with sugar and thick cups of coffee, a local coffee layered with condensed milk and cinnamon. Grace, always the photographer, darts through the streets with her camera, capturing moments Amanda hasn’t even noticed—a stray cat lounging in a doorway, the way the light catches a stained-glass window.They take a boat out to the towering cliffs, their dark faces rising like ancient guardians from the sea. Amanda stands at the bow, the salty wind tangling her hair, as dolphins dance alongside the boat, their sleek bodies cutting through the water with effortless grace.Javier, ever the patient guide, takes them to hidden coves and local taverns, weaving stor

Back near the honey stall, Alessio hands Amanda a small jar. “This one’s special. The vendor says it’s infused with wildflowers from the hills. Sweet and a little unexpected. Kind of like you.”Amanda blinks, caught off guard. “You’re full of lines, aren’t you?”He shrugs. “I can’t help it.”Grace, snapping pictures a few feet away, catches the subtle shift in Amanda’s expression. There is a softness, a vulnerability she hasn’t seen in months. She leans toward Lily. “Do you think she’s forgetting Riley?”Lily smiles. “Not forgetting—just realizing she deserves better.”As they move on, Alessio stays by Amanda’s side. And when she absentmindedly opens the leather notebook to scribble something, he doesn’t ask what she is writing. He just smiles, content to let her lead.Amanda pauses as they walk, her fingers brushing

Riley wanders in the garden, the scent of roses heavy in the air, stirring long-buried memories. His fingers graze the soft petals of a red bloom, and he feels a pang of emotion he hasn’t allowed himself to confront in years. The garden is alive, vibrant, almost as if his mother’s presence still lingers here.His mind drifts back to that summer afternoon, not long after he turned 22. The sun had filtered through the canopy of trees, casting dappled light onto the stone bench where his mother sat, her posture graceful but weary. Her pale blue dress fluttered in the breeze, and she seemed smaller than usual, as if the weight of her emotions had diminished her.“Riley,” she had called softly, her voice tinged with sadness. “Come here, darling.”He had hesitated, sensing the gravity of her tone, but eventually, he joined her on the bench.“I see you’ve noticed the roses,” she began, gesturing