I sat in the window seat of the flight bound for Nice, France, watching the sea of clouds drift by beneath the wing. I let out a long, slow breath.It felt like I was exhaling twenty years of suffocating pressure.When I landed, I would head to the coast to open a small boutique bed and breakfast. It had been my dream in my twenties. A little late, sure, but better late than never.Meanwhile, back in New York, Alexander was walking headfirst into a storm.He had spent the entire day at that Hamptons party with Chloe, but he couldn't shake a gnawing sense of dread.For some reason, Chloe’s clingy behavior, which usually made him feel like a protector, was annoying him today. His mind kept flashing back to my eyes this morning—calm, flat, dead water."Alex, come on! One more shot of tequila!" Chloe giggled, pressing a glass against his lips.Alexander pushed the glass away. Ignoring Chloe’s whining protest, he grabbed his jacket and stood up."I'm done. I need to go back. Evelyn was too
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