Isla’s POV
By late afternoon, the sky turned the color of bruised violets. Thick clouds gathered over the ocean like they were pulled by invisible strings, heavy and swollen with tropical rain. The air felt different, charged and restless, the way the air feels right before lightning breaks the world open. The workers hurried to close windows and collect cushion covers from the outdoor sofas. The ocean wind howled against the glass like a warning.
I stood near the balcony doors, watching the horizon disappear. The sea that had been bright blue all morning now looked like polished steel, dark and restless. Waves crashed harder against the cliff, spraying salt onto the rocks. A single flash of lightning cut through the sky. The electricity flickered in the villa. Lights dimmed for a heartb
