Aria
The villa had fallen into a deep, almost unnatural quiet.
Outside, the Aegean Sea whispered against the cliffs, the soft rhythm of waves brushing the shore like a lullaby meant to soothe restless minds. The moon hung high over Santorini, spilling pale silver light through the large windows of our bedroom.
But sleep refused to come to me.
I lay on my side, staring at the faint glow of the curtains moving gently with the night breeze. Ethan lay beside me, his breathing slow and steady, one arm draped loosely across my waist.
A few hours ago, that simple gesture would have made me feel safe.
Now it only made my chest feel tight.
I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him.
The events of the evening kept replaying in my mind. Tamara’s injured wrist. Ethan rushing her to the hospit
