*Sabrina*
I push open the door to our cramped quarters, the wood creaking softly, and spot Isla sitting on the narrow bunk, her dark eyes flicking up from the book she’s reading. Tomas is sprawled on the floor, fiddling with some knots on a coil of rope.
“This is going to be the death of me,” Tomas mutters, glancing up as I step in. “I swear, every knot’s a puzzle.”
Isla laughs quietly, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “You’ll get there, Tomas. Just takes time.”
I pause in the doorway, my chest tightening with the rush of words I’m about to say—news too big for this small room. But it needs to be said. I can’t keep this secret tucked away any longer.
“He kissed me,” I blurt out, surprising even myself with how loud it sounds in the stillness.
Isla blinks then sets the book aside
