I Won a Five-Star Island Vacation

Leo and I moved to a smaller private bungalow on the quiet side of the property.

Not because we had to.

Because the villa still smelled like them.

Victor arranged breakfast on the lanai: pancakes shaped like turtles for Leo, coffee for me, fresh fruit neither of us touched much.

He stood near the entrance, hands clasped.

“Ms. Blake,” he said, “the staff continue reading …