Alicia stood on the upper deck of the Amaranth, her fingers trailing over the polished wood along the window. The late March sun warmed her skin through her light sweater, and she smiled as she reached the railing at the back of the deck. In front of her, the harbor stretched, and beyond that, the Atlantic Ocean.
She’d come out to the yacht alone, ostens…
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