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AUTHOR’S POV
The car rolled to a gentle stop, the sound of tires crunching against the gravel fading into the quiet hum of the ocean waves.
Sloane, who had been resting her head against the cool window, slowly lifted her gaze. The moment she looked outside, a soft, breathless smile formed on her lips.
The ocean stretched endlessly before her, dark and vast, with the moon casting a silvery path across its rippling surface.
The night sky was littered with stars, scattered like diamonds against velvet, each one twinkling faintly, as if whispering secrets to the sea.
The rhythmic crash of waves against the shore was both powerful and soothing, a lullaby composed by nature itself.
Sloane slowly reached for the door handle, hesitating for a moment before stepping out. The momen
