*Theo*
The hum of the final call ends, a sharp disconnect in the seamless flow of my business conversation. Looking at my watch I realise I have finished earlier than expected, a rare occurrence that leaves me with a strange unease.
The cruise liner’s air conditioning suddenly feels suffocating, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos I imagine in Belize City. I need to get off the ship, to feel the city's pulse, to ground myself amidst the anxieties that have plagued me since reconnecting with Sawyer.
Stepping onto the gangplank, I breathe in the humid air, a heady mix of salt, sweat, and exotic spices. The city's cacophony is a balm… reggae music, street vendors' calls, the rumble of scooters. I walk, letting the city's energy wash over me, searching for something, someone… Sawyer. The
