The Mediterranean sun began its slow descent toward the horizon, bleeding shades of bruised purple and burnt orange across the sky. On the final day of their honeymoon, the Amalfi Coast looked like a painted masterpiece, yet the air between Kai and Elea felt thin and brittle, like old parchment ready to tear at the slightest touch. They were on a private motorboat, the engine cutting a low, rhythmic hum through the turquoise water as they drifted away from the mainland. The shoreline, with its pastel houses clinging to the cliffs, grew smaller, leaving them isolated in a vast expanse of shimmering light and deepening shadows.
Kai sat at the stern, his hand resting casually on the tiller, while Elea stood at the bow, her back to him. The breeze caught her white sundress, making the fabric
