Bella POV
The aquarium trip was supposed to distract Tom from yesterday's tension, but I couldn't stop checking over my shoulder, half-expecting Caleb to appear around every corner. Maya noticed my paranoia and kept shooting me concerned looks while Tom pressed his face against the glass of the shark tank, completely oblivious.
"Big fishies!" Tom pointed at a hammerhead gliding past. "Mommy, look at his funny head!"
"I see it, baby." I crouched beside him, one hand on his shoulder, always touching, always making sure he was close. "Hammerhead sharks use their special heads to find food in the sand."
"Cool!" Tom's eyes went wide with wonder, and for a moment, I could almost forget the disaster waiting for us back at the hotel.
Almost.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out
