Chapter 9

• Alexis
• Byron's voice echoed in my mind all night. Sleep eluded me as I tossed and turned in bed. Restless, I headed to the terrace. A hammock stretched out in the cool night air, inviting me to sink into its gentle sway.
• I kicked off my flip-flops and wrapped a blanket around myself, staring at the twinkling stars. The wind brushed softly against my skin, and the quiet of midnight wrapped me in its calm embrace. I sipped a glass of orange juice, letting the tangy flavor soothe my throat. After a sip, I held the glass up to catch the moonlight.