Naomi's POV
I woke to the scent of salt and rosemary.
Raymond was still asleep, his arm loosely draped over my waist, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of peace. Outside, the soft hiss of waves whispered through the open shutters. The sheets were warm, tangled, kissed with last night’s memories.
Carefully, I slipped from the bed and padded barefoot onto the terrace.
The sea stretched endlessly before me, and for the first time in a long time, my chest didn’t feel tight.
I carried a cup of chamomile and a leather journal I hadn’t opened since before the funeral. It felt strange—this quiet. Like I was meeting myself again after a long separation.
I blinked awake to the warmth of the sun on my skin and the faint sound of waves below. The cushion beneath me was soft, the terrac
