Kirrily Archer’s POV:The rain in Byron Bay always brought back memories I had spent four years trying to bury. Saltwater. Cold concrete. The taste of humiliation. Four years ago, on a stormy night in Sydney, security guards had walked me out of the Vance corporate tower like a criminal. I had been carrying one battered suitcase, my reputation had been destroyed, and I had already begun hiding the secret growing beneath my heart. Now, every time rain hammered against the windows, I remembered that night. I dragged a cloth slowly across the weathered dining table, barely paying attention to what I was doing. Outside, the Pacific Ocean crashed against the dark basalt rocks below the headland. Wind whipped through the trees, sending sheets of rain against the bay window. Byron Bay was supposed to be a sanctuary.A quiet coastal town where people came to disappear, start over, or build a softer life. I hadn’t come here for any of those things. I had come here to survive.And while I survi
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