The sea was quieter now.
The boat rocked gently, no longer a vessel of escape but a cradle of silence. The worst had passed. For now, they were free. No bullets. No shadows. Just the taste of morning wind and the scent of salt in the air.
Amelia sat near the edge, knees drawn to her chest, chin resting on her arms as she gazed at the endless ocean stretching out before them. The water shimmered beneath the waking sun, a thousand diamonds dancing on its surface. The sky, once bruised with threat, now blushed in pastel hues—corals, soft violets, and the faintest gold.
It didn’t feel real.
And maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was a dream she’d stumbled into after surviving the nightmare.
Behind her, Enzo had gone quiet. The blood on his arm had dried, his jacket discarded, and his shirt torn ne
