Chapter Twenty-SixTHE NEXT MORNING, Acacia rose early. She ventured out to the pool in her new swimsuit and swam laps for thirty minutes. It was a warm, sunny day, and with the Alps as a backdrop, Acacia enjoyed her swim very much.
She returned to her room long before anyone else was awake to shower and pack. She dressed simply for the flight to Santorini—white pants, a yellow short-sleeved shirt, and bronze-colored sandals. To add more color, she twisted a multi-colored scarf through the belt loops of her pants.
She heard voices coming from the terrace as she approached the dining room. Through the open door she saw Nicholas at the breakfast table. This morning he wasn’t seated at the head. She found that curious.
As soon as she stepped onto the terrace, she realized Nicholas was not a
