By then, I was already far from the city that held all my wounds and far from every ugly memory.
It had been exactly 2 weeks since I jumped from the cruise ship.
I would never be foolish enough to give up my life over a ruined relationship or a man who wasn't worth it.
When I leaped into the sea that day, I wasn't choosing death in despair.
I was choosing a new beginning.
Before I ever reached the airport, I had noticed that I was being followed. I secretly contacted a senior colleague from my research team who was coming to meet me.
He kept a research speedboat concealed in the nearby waters and witnessed the entire farce aboard the cruise ship.
The instant I hit the water, he raced toward me, pulled me aboard at once, and sped away from the area.
We left without a sound or a trac
