After getting all changed, Shantala grabbed her robe and headed to the pool with the assistance of a female worker. Just as she expected from Maldives, it was indeed the paradise of beaches.
From the pool, she could oversee the palm trees near the beach, their leaves swaying in the same direction as the sea breeze. The sea that seemed to have no end was painted with a mixture of red and orange because of the setting sun. Dousing herself with the cold water, she faced the sunset.
"Mom," she whispered in the lowest voice she could manage, "I'm sorry. Stacey is in trouble and I still do not have any solid plan to help her."
She stared at the constant waves hitting the shore and they reminded her of her mother's dark figure as she was devoured by the sea right before her eyes. It was suppo
