Sophia's POV
We stayed in Portugal one more week after the wedding, though nobody officially called it a honeymoon. It just quietly became one, the way most things in this family became what they were without anyone announcing it first.
Damien and I took the small boat out most mornings, borrowed from a fisherman down the coast who Zane had somehow befriended and who now waved at all of us like old neighbors. We didn't go far, just out past the harbor and back, the water calm and blue beneath us.
"You're better at this than me," I said, watching him handle the rudder with more confidence than I expected.
"I read a book about it before we came," he said.
"Of course you did," I said. "You read a book about learning Portuguese too."
"I like being prepared," he said. "It's a character fl
