Skye’s POV
Ezra’s lawyers acted on the complaint quickly, but that wasn't the same as fixing it. The photos were real.
Pictures of me in the pool in that tiny bikini. In his bed wearing only his shirt. In the jungle with his hand in my p***y I felt exposed, like everyone could see the dirtiest parts of me if they wanted.
Someone had been watching us for weeks, maybe longer, and I hadn't noticed a thing.
I felt like I was walking around with my skin turned inside out, being watched all the time. Every window suddenly felt like a camera lens.
Zoey came to the island the next afternoon by boat. She hugged me at the door but it felt stiff and off, like hugging a stranger who was wearing my best friend's face.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Fine," she replied, not even bothering to look at me.
