CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: I AM DONE
CHRISTINE’S POV
AFTER HE LEFT ME. For the first few hours, I explored the yacht. The ship was amazing, with no detail or expense spared. I saw all the bedrooms, the living areas, the bathrooms.
I imagined Ian's office was the only room that remained locked. I quickly realized the employees didn't speak much English as they respectfully nodded. When I asked for a snack, they brought me more wine.
I returned to the pool deck and discovered bottles of water in the tiny fridge. They brought me dinner, which was an incredible shrimp and lobster pasta dish that I wished I could have every day of my life. Then I stood there watching the sunset over the river, hoping I could call Isabella or Isaac.
Wait, there had to be a phone on the boat, right? Ian had take
