TWENTY-NINESTEPHANIE LEIBOVITZ had just woken up. Her new husband, Gustav, already in the shower. He had brewed a fresh cup of coffee and left it beside the bed for her.
Leibovitz, she thought. She rolled the sound of the name around in her mind for a second, a smile creeping across her face. The couple had been honeymooning in Cape Town, in a village called Muizenberg—not more than 200 yards from the ocean.
The evening before, they had stayed out late, hanging out with some other couples at the restaurant looking over the ocean. A restaurant she was sure would be one of those places they would revisit many times.
Stephanie felt happy. She sat up a little in bed, taking the first sip of coffee, listening to Gustav singing some obscure pop tune in the shower. They were about three storie
