The sky outside is still deep blue when Mia slips out of bed, the horizon just beginning to show the first thin line of pale light.
Ellie is a complete casualty—buried under her duvet, one arm thrown over a pillow.
Mia had forwarded Elias's message to her last night, added a reminder, and then said nothing further.
From the looks of it, the time was well spent.
Mia checks her phone. Ellie's reply from 1 AM is three exclamation marks and an emoji she's not going to investigate further.
She pulls on the lavender swimsuit, knots the yellow sundress over it at the hip, and pins her hair into a bun that leaves her neck bare. Simple. Practical. She's about to leave when—
"You're going to see him."
Ellie's voice, muffled and knowing, rises from the duvet.
Mia nearly drops her sunscreen. "
