The morning sun broke through my curtains, painting my room in a golden glow that mocked the storm raging inside me. For a moment, I despised how perfect the view was. Despite everything that had happened, I felt like I was still standing in quicksand, unable to make sense of the truths, half-truths, and outright lies that both Jack and Patrick seemed to be spinning. I needed clarity, a moment of stillness to piece it all together, but it felt as though everyone around me was intent on keeping me off balance. Every time I wanted to be alone, either Patrick or Jack would be there as a reminder that I couldn't. I hated how my vacation was going; I hated booking a two-month vacation.
I decided to take a walk around the resort, hoping the fresh air would help clear my head. The path winding t
