Chapter 61
One Last Chance
(Andy’s POV)
I leaned against the railing, unable to take my eyes off Esha. The day had blurred into evening, the horizon now a dusky blend of purples and blues as the last slivers of daylight faded away. The yacht swayed gently, and the laughter and chatter of Ruby and Cassandra drifted from inside, but all I could focus on was her—Esha, standing near the edge of the deck, lost in her own world.
She was so quiet, so distant, and it tore at me in a way I couldn’t put into words. She was thinner than she used to be, her figure more fragile, as if the years had worn her down, left their mark on her in ways that were painfully obvious to me. There was a weariness in her posture, a heaviness in her gaze that hadn’t been there before, and it unsettled me, an ache
