The house was unusually silent when I walked in, it was just still. For once, I was grateful for the silence. After last night with Martin, after everything that had unraveled in my life, I needed space to think, to breathe, and most importantly, to act.
I closed the door quietly behind me and leaned against it for a second, letting the memories of the yacht wash over me. Martin’s hands, his mouth, his warmth. A whole world away from the one I just stepped back into.
I thought things would become awkward between us after I told him about my feelings, but they didn't. Instead, he looked at me with those quiet eyes this morning and said, “We will talk over dinner tonight.”
But now, I am back to reality. Back to the mess that Andrew and Teresa had created, back to the reason my father was
