Part 1
The first call came while the sun was sinking into the ocean like it had finally decided to quit trying.
The villa’s infinity pool caught the last light and turned it into copper. The glass walls behind me reflected a woman I barely recognized—barefoot on white stone, hair twisted up with a careless clip, a drink sweating in her hand like it belonged there. There were no balloons. No cake. No crowd singing and fumbling through my name.
