The next morning, Mia was up and bright-eyed, her illness from the day before seemingly forgotten. “Good morning, Iris! How are you feeling today?”
“I’m fine. How about you?” Iris asked, managing a smile. “You were looking pretty miserable yesterday.”
“I feel great now!” Mia exclaimed. “I was thinking we should hit the beach before we head home. It’s our last day here, after all.”
“Maybe later,” Iris replied with a sigh. “I want to make sure the room is tidy before we leave.”
“Suit yourself!” Mia shrugged, already making her way toward the door. “I’ll take lots of pictures!”
After Mia left, Iris tried to lose herself in her cleaning. She was focused on wiping down the table when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning, she saw Devin standing in the doorway, his gaze fixed on her in a
