Amelia’s POV
For the first time in weeks, my shoulder drops at the first breath of ocean air, which, for some reason, feels like I’ve just stepped into another world.
Salt. Sun. Freedom.
No phone calls. No deals. No looming shadows of men in suits lurking around and updated paperwork scattered.
Just the beach. Just Nate. Just Eric.
“This is so cool. Best day ever Mom!!!” Nate shouts, already tearing across the hot sand, little feet kicking up golden sprays.
Eric laughs, jogging after him. Leaving me all to myself.
I follow slower from behind, my sandals dangling from one hand, feeling the sand sink between my toes with each step.
The water afar off shimmers under the noon sun, with birds flying all over and gulls overhead. For a moment I let myself believe we’re untouchable her
