She moved to the beat of the Atlantic, and every exhale drew her closer to me.
Thirty-Three
Kendall
M
y cell had been on silent since before we even left for Bimini. Periodically throughout the day, I’d check it to make sure there wasn’t anything vital I needed to reply to—aside from responding to the texts from my family and Charlize. I kept it in my purse on the far side of the bedroom, away from my line of vision, ensuring I wouldn’t be distracted by the notifications.
But something woke me up at two in the morning, and it wasn’t my quieted phone or the breeze coming in through the open balcony or the feel of Dominick’s arms around me. It was something in my gut, telling me I needed to look at my phone.
And it was strong enough to make me rise out of bed and hurry across the room.
