Caitlyn's POV
I don't know how long I floated in the sea. Was I dying? Just when I thought I had finally gotten my life together, everything was over. *Caitlyn, you have the worst luck.*
Maybe it was my will to survive, but I ended up on a small island. My lips were cracked and dry, and I could barely whisper, "Water…" Almost immediately, warm water touched my lips.
The people who took care of me helped me recover quickly. When I finally woke up, the fear of falling into the ocean still hung over me like a shadow.
"Hello… where am I?" My throat burned, my voice hoarse and weak.
Almost as soon as I spoke, someone came up to me.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
I didn't know what to say. The despair of falling off the cliff, Blake's cold, merciless eyes—it all came rushing back. The last thing I
