The world narrowed to the space between them: the stretch of moon-pale sand, the roaring silence filled only by the crashing waves and the frantic drumming of her own heart. Alessandro stood frozen, the notebook hanging from his hand as if it were made of lead, his face a mask of such profound, shattered shock that Isabel’s own fear momentarily receded, replaced by a dizzying sense of exposure. He had seen it all. Her most private, unguarded thoughts. Her love, her fear, her devastatingly honest assessment of him. For a long, suspended moment, neither moved. The wind whipped a strand of hair across her face, but she didn’t brush it away. She could only stare, paralyzed, waiting for the storm in his eyes to break. It did not break into anger. It broke into anguish. A ragged, broken sound escaped him, something between a gasp and a sob. He took an unsteady step forward, then another, his boots sinking into the soft sand. He didn’t stop until he was standing right before her, the no
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