#Chapter 59: Pool Day

ELENA The villa looked like something out of a travel magazine—terracotta tiles, palm fronds swaying gently in the salt-heavy breeze, a glittering private pool framed by limestone and lush tropical blooms. It sat on the very edge of the resort property, past the winding golf cart trails and through a discreet wrought-iron gate. You’d never know it was here unless you were told to find it. That fact alone should’ve made me pause. But Aiden had been so excited, bouncing at my side with his towel slung over his shoulder and goggles already on his forehead. Pierce stood waiting on the front steps, dressed in tailored linen like he belonged here. He smiled broadly as we approached, arms outstretched in welcome. “You came,” he said, like we were old friends. “And right on time. A perfect day for swimming.” Aiden raced ahead. I followed more slowly, my eyes taking in the villa’s structure. It was all high walls and shaded terraces, the ocean just visible beyond the palms. Isolated.