The beach house was beautiful. Not loud. Not overdone. Just right. Open spaces, soft light, the sound of waves just close enough to be constant but never overwhelming. The kind of place that made it easy to breathe. And for the first time in days— Athena did. The drive out of the city had been quieter than usual. Not empty. Just… careful. “You’re quiet,” Bobby said at one point, glancing at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “Just thinking.” “About?” A faint smile touched her lips. “You really don’t give up, do you?” “Not when it matters.” That lingered. Longer than it should have. She shifted slightly in her seat, turning toward him just enough to study his profile. “You said something the other day.” His grip on the wheel adjusted—subtle, but there. “Ab

