It happened on the second morning, by the water. The sea was a placid sheet of hammered silver under the rising sun, the cove holding its breath in the hush before the day’s heat. Anton was on the terrace with coffee, watching as Sabatine, already in her swimsuit, padded down the stone steps to the small wooden jetty that jutted into the cove.She moved with a feline grace, but he was used to that. It was her stillness at the end of the jetty that caught him. She stood for a long moment, looking not at the horizon, but down into the clear, shallow water, her reflection a perfect, serious twin. He could see the familiar line of her spine, the set of her shoulders that spoke of a perpetual, low-grade vigilance.Then, she raised her arms above her head in a slow, deliberate stretch, a dancer’s preparatory move. And she dove.It wasn’t a tactical entry—no streamlined, splash-minimising slice. It was a pure, childlike, almost clumsy arc, her body folding and then uncurling into the water w
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