The letter tingles against my fingertips as I tuck it away deep in my purse. I walk over and slide the balcony doors open. Taking but only a few minutes, I soak in the tranquil view of the sun setting across the water. There is something about being here feels more comforting than back at home. It is strange because I fear the ocean, yet I feel more connected with each passing second. This place, Lanai has the answers, and the angel is here, I know it.
My stomach rumbles. I still have not eaten food since the nauseating ordeal at home with Genna. I walk back inside and close the doors. On the dining room table, I discover two brochures with images of mouthwatering Seafood, Mexican, and Italian restaurants. There is also a fancy sports bar connected to the walkway past the pool. I decide t
