6
Astor
The sound of waves and the ocean breeze had lulled me into a deep sleep at the end of my first day in Paradise. They continued to lull me to sleep for the next couple of weeks—I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so well-rested.
On the fifteenth day of my vacation, Nova and I had had lunch out at one of the many restaurants on the island, but for the evening, I decided to have dinner in. She’d made me scrambled eggs and bacon per my request. After cleaning the kitchen, she’d left me for the night, just as she’d done every night thus far.
For the last ten or so years, I’d spent most of my personal time alone, preferring it that way. Nova’s near-constant presence was odd, but pleasantly so. She moved about quietly and unobtrusively most of the time.
She was surprisingly de
