POV: Julian
He read her email eleven times. It said. "Thank you for the decompression retreat." It said nothing about the island.
Six weeks post-island. Julian sat in his penthouse. The apartment was dark except for the glow of his laptop.His bandaged knuckles had healed,The crack in the drywall had been repaired and The piano was closed.
His daily routine was simple: he worked, went home, and played the piano—then did the same thing again every day.
He woke up at 5 in the morning. By 6, he was already working at his desk. He didn’t leave until 8 at night. Then he went home, sat in the dark, and didn’t even play the piano.
Some nights he slept while some nights he didn't.
Tonight, he was checking his email.
The subject line was brief "Thank you."
He opened it.
Dear Mr. Croft,
Tha
