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Isabella Two weeks pass—and just like that, everything settles into a rhythm that feels almost… too normal.Work becomes the center of everything again. Meetings, site visits, reports—days blur into each other until time starts moving without me noticing. Whatever chaos followed the funeral slowly fades into the background, replaced by routine and deadlines.Lucas doesn’t reach out again.Not a single call. Not a message.Like that conversation never happened.And somehow—that silence feels louder than anything he’s said before.Emily shows up less too. When she does, it’s brief, distant, controlled. No unnecessary interactions, no tension-filled exchanges—just presence, then absence again. It leaves the space lighter, but not necessarily safer.Because something still feels off.Even if no one’s saying it out loud.So it’s just us.Work. Responsibility. Routine.And Gabriel.—Tonight, he picks me up from home.The moment I step out, his car is already there, engine running, headl

Isabella The wind rushes past us, cool and steady, carrying the faint scent of salt and something clean—something untouched. The ocean stretches endlessly beside us, dark and vast, only breaking into soft silver whenever the light catches the waves just right.For a while, neither of us says anything.We don’t have to.I rest my arms lightly against the edge, letting the breeze brush against my skin, my hair moving freely with every shift of the car. There’s something about this—about being here, in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but the sound of the sea—that makes everything else feel… far away.“You’ve been quiet,” Gabriel says after a moment, his voice low but close enough to reach me through the wind.I glance at him, a faint smile forming. “I think this is the first time in days I’m not thinking about anything,” I admit, my tone softer now. “No work. No problems. No… complications.”His gaze lingers on me. “That’s good.”“It is,” I agree, looking back out at the ocean. “You