The harbor was already alive when the black SUV rolled to a stop.
The salty morning breeze drifted across the docks, carrying the cries of seagulls overhead. White yachts and fishing boats rocked gently against the wooden pier while sunlight danced across the endless blue sea.
Noah stepped out first, stretching dramatically.
"Now this," he declared with a grin, "is how a vacation should begin."
Rafael climbed out next, his eyes instinctively scanning the harbor.
Then...He froze.
A sleek white luxury yacht was waiting at the end of the pier.It wasn't unusually extravagant for someone of his status.
Yet...Something about it made his chest tighten.His gaze remained fixed on it.The polished wooden deck.The silver railings.The elegant white exterior.It all felt...Familiar.
"..."
A dull ache pulsed behind his temple.
Suddenly—A flash.The same type of yacht.Someone laughing.
A soft feminine voice.
"I can't believe this is really ours..."
Another flash.
