Mom was so happy to be on dry land for dinner that she didn’t notice the tension at the table.
I wasn’t able to manage to eat anything, and Nico barely looked at me.
After dinner, Mom wanted to walk around a little before heading back to the yacht. I wasn’t up for it, so I headed back to the boat by myself.
As I made my way back to the boat, I realized I didn’t want to be on the yacht by myself. I wandered through a few shops that were still open.
I was almost to the marina when a group of guys called out to me. They were laughing, but they were speaking Greek, so I had no idea what they were saying.
I shook my head at them. “Sorry, I don’t speak Greek.”
“You’re American?” one of the guys asked.
I nodded, and he moved closer. He had the same coloring as Nico, but was nowhere near a
