When I finally dare to glance back, The Medusa is nothing more than a dark shape in the distance. I can’t even pick out individual figures, though I know they’re there.
I duck my head and hurry down the sidewalk, past the beachfront houses and apartments. Laughter and music filters through a few windows, the sounds of carefree people enjoying their lives. How nice that must be.
I leave behind the sand and sea and head to the main road. While I wait for my rideshare to arrive, I scroll through my list of texts and missed phone calls.
The last call from Dane came in about three hours ago. Salma also called once, which makes me snort. As if I actually would have answered. That b***h can rot in hell for what she did.
Despite my better judgment, I pull open my conversation threads and press
