Leo
When I finally returned to our villa—the one the SFE management had prepared specifically for us, the sky was already bleeding into a bruised, late-afternoon purple.
In just a few hours, the entire cohort of couples on the island would be gathered around the central bonfire for the synchronized dancing event, along with a few other mandatory communal activities.
This specific evening was the single milestone I had actually been looking forward to ever since we set foot on this island.
More importantly, it was the designated weekly window where the communication jamming was lifted, granting us exactly sixty minutes to patch a secure, encrypted line back home.
