On the beach, when Ethan shoved Sophie into the back of the inflatable boat, her head hit the metal railing with a dull thud.
Sophie's sweet act finally slipped. When she spoke again, her voice came out sharp and angry.
"Ethan! Are you insane? I'll call the police—"
Ethan started the engine, his voice eerily calm. "Go ahead. Use the satellite phone when we get to the cave entrance."
The boat shot across the water like an arrow. I hovered above them, my soul tossed by the sea wind. From this angle, Ethan's back was taut as a drawn bow.
Sophie lay curled in the bottom of the boat, her hair a mess, her makeup smeared by waves and tears into a dirty blur. Such a contrast from the bridal shop just hours ago.
I remembered the team's year‑end dinner three months ago.
Sophie had had a litt
