Chapter 13 Fighting

• I wasn’t aware of our last night on the yacht; I was simply enjoying my time there. Paul wanted us to star gaze. There was a romantic set-up made of a blanket, a cheese platter and two bottles of wine to keep us company.
• At this point in time, I didn't want to ask questions; I followed Paul’s lead in everything. As I lay on his chest and listened to his heartbeat which sounded human, we guessed the constellations and made a few of our own.
• Our laughter emulated across the still of the night, forging lifelong memories based on a lie. “Do you believe in fate?” Paul’s voice blared in my ear.