I knew he felt bad, terrible even, about how I treated him the last night we saw each other.
Guilt had nearly consumed me that evening, especially when I lay beside Rio, trying to fall asleep, and remembered the words I had said to Jackson.
But as always, I convinced myself it was for the best.
"He's fine, I'm sure," I said, brushing off the weight in my voice.
"The wedding is coming up in a few months, and I know how overbearing my mum can be. He's probably just tired."
I quickly dismissed the topic, not wanting to linger in that space for too long.
"Alright, hold on, I need to send your names to the captain ahead of the weekend. The guest list is tight, and security's strict."
"Oh yeah, that's true. What's the name of the port again? I need to tell David," she aske
