The De Luca yacht cut through the waves of the Pacific, its sleek form slicing effortlessly through the sparkling blue water. The sun hung high in the sky, its warm rays brushing over me, the salty breeze tousling my hair and kissing my skin.
It was the kind of moment that should have felt freeing, even euphoric, surrounded by endless water and the boundless horizon stretching far beyond what the eye could see.
But I felt nothing. Not the sun's golden warmth, not the soft spray of the sea, not the soothing rhythm of the waves. They were just there, meaningless to me, like props in someone else’s story.
I stood at the edge of the deck, gripping the rail lightly, my gaze fixed on the horizon, though I wasn’t really seeing it. My mind was far away, drifting somewhere deep within a void I
