CHAPTER EIGHT: When the Storm Breaks
The storm came in fast.
Dark clouds rolled over the coast like an omen, swallowing the afternoon sun and casting the resort into a hush that felt unnatural. The ocean, once calm and inviting, churned violently with waves crashing against the rocks as if warning anyone foolish enough to stand too close.
Cassandra felt it in her bones.
This holiday was ending badly.
She stood on the balcony of the villa, fingers wrapped around the railing, watching the sky darken. Jay sat on the floor behind her, pushing a toy car back and forth, humming softly to himself.
“Mommy,” he said suddenly, looking up. “That man is watching again.”
Her heart skipped.
“Which man, sweetheart?”
Jay pointed with innocent accuracy. “The tall one. With the sad eyes.”
Jason.
