The night smelled like salt and expensive polished wood—the kind of clean, perfect luxury my parents adored. The yacht slid across the dark Atlantic like a quiet knife, its golden lights glowing softly above the endless black water. We were twenty miles off the Boston coast, surrounded by nothing but sea and sky. I stood near the railing with my five‑year‑old son, Lucas, leaning against me. His small body was heavy with sleep, his cheek resting on my shoulder. The waves rose and fell gently below us. It all looked

Melissa boarded the plane expecting nothing more than a simple, quiet trip home. She had her book, her snacks, and her husband beside her. It should’ve been an ordinary flight… but fate had other plans. The moment the pilot introduced himself, everything inside her froze. Her heart missed a beat. A strange, old memory rose up like a shadow she hadn’t seen in years. His name echoed in her mind, tugging hard at something she thought she’d buried long ago. Could the man behind that calm, professional voice really be