Beckett’s POV
I spend the night tossing and turning in my suite. Elodie hasn’t replied to my letter, and I’m now left even more conflicted than I was before. I thought keeping the note brief and respectful, focusing on Callie's well-being and just asking to talk after the challenge, would give her the space she needs. Instead, her silence is a wall I can't climb, leaving me to second-guess every word I wrote.
The gentle, rhythmic sway of the cruise ship usually puts me to sleep, but tonight it just feels like a ticking clock. I step out onto the balcony, the ocean stretches out ahead of me, a pitch-black void, save for the white foam churning away from the side of the boat as it plows through the waves.
I lean against the railing, letting the cool night air do what sleep won't. Somewher
