Chapter 132

• Arabella
• The afternoon sun warmed the shoreline. I was stretched out on the white lounger, my oversized hat tilted low over my face, the brim casting shade across my closed eyes. The breeze carried the scent of salt, and gulls called over the water.
• The bikini I wore felt far too bright for the quiet ache I had been carrying for the past three weeks, three long weeks of unanswered calls, of waking early and searching the horizon for him. Giovanni had no good news for me. Despite his warnings, I had tried calling him myself, but I could never get through.