Damon’s POV
The ocean air smelled like a promise I wasn’t sure I believed in.
I leaned back against the lounge chair on the terrace, drink sweating in my hand, watching the sun bleed into the sea. Everything was perfect. Or at least it looked that way.
Kiara had outdone herself with the vacation. Five-star resort tucked away on the cliffs of Cape Haven. Infinity pools. A private beach. Sunrise yoga she claimed was “healing for the spirit.” We’d only been here a few days, but I could already see the plan behind her smile—start fresh, rekindle what we had, wipe Isabella from my bloodstream like she was just a phase I’d grown out of.
Maybe I wanted to believe it.
Maybe that was the whole point of being here.
When we arrived, I told myself it was for the best—that losing the hospital rep
