The morning air was thick, humid, pressing lightly against Elena’s skin as she stepped out onto the porch. The seaside estate, usually bathed in a serene hush, felt heavier somehow — the sea beyond shimmering with a stillness that made her chest tighten. She half-expected Adrian to appear from around the corner, his familiar stride cutting through the quiet. But instead, there was another figure.Travis.He stood near the railing, phone pressed to his ear, his posture rigid yet effortless. His eyes, sharp and watchful, flicked briefly toward the water before returning to the conversation. Elena paused, hesitating, noting the clipped cadence of his words, the slight tension in his jaw. A thread of unease curled in her stomach.“—Yes, everything’s in place. No interruptions,” he murmured, almost too calmly. Then he glanced up, catching sight of her, and the phone was suddenly tucked away. “Morning,” he said, voice casual, perfectly practiced.Elena
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