Ella’s POV
The night was exactly as terrible as we expected.
We were stranded on an island with no staff, no way to leave, and our friend lying dead in a study.
After hours of arguing, crying, and pacing in circles, we made the hardest decision of our lives.
We buried Ava at sea.
None of us wanted to do it. But we had no other choice.
There was no doctor.
No police.
No phone signal strong enough to call for help.
Just the ocean… and us.
The waves swallowed her quietly under the pale moonlight. No ceremony. No prayers. Only our broken sobs and the sound of water moving against the shore.
This was supposed to be a fun vacation.
A wild bachelorette trip.
Now it felt like we were trapped inside a nightmare.
Ava was dead.
And nothing about it made sense.
I must have called Arthu
