Charlotte woke to the chirping of birds and the rushing sound of water. She wasn’t in her house on Cinder Road, that was for sure. No, this place was much more tropical and remote. Exactly what she wanted to try to get herself put back together.
After her phone call with Dawson where she’d blurted out a break up, she’d packed a bag as quickly as she could and got on the first flight leaving Getaway Bay. It happened to be going to Oahu, and she’d landed and found a tropical getaway where she could have her own bungalow in the forests near the Manoa waterfalls.
It was beautiful here, and Charlotte had been able to find a way to breathe. But she felt unsettled, and nothing about the rainfall shower head was going to change that.
“That’s because you’ve run away again,” she said into the hot
