[Day 8, Dec. 27 – Wintermist Island]
~Octavia~
My mind was still reeling from the argument with Lewis earlier. No matter how many times I replayed his words, guilt gnawed at me like an unforgettable nightmare.
Even the steaming shower I’d taken or the icy chill that seeped into the cabin couldn’t wash away the aftermath of our confrontation.
Lewis was a good guy. Too good. He didn’t deserve what I’d done, and the shame of using him to try to fill the gaping hole Dave had left in me was almost too much to bear.
I hadn’t stepped out of the cabin since he stormed off, too mortified to face him again. I could still see the pain in his eyes, the betrayal.
My gaze fell on the roses lying idly on the nightstand, the card neatly tucked beneath them. I picked it up and read the note for the h
