Returning to the island
Within half an hour, the small island came into view. It looked exactly as Emily remembered—soft beach, low palms, and stillness. But now, it felt different. Heavier. This place didn’t feel like a day of relaxation in the sun anymore. Now, it was an area that demanded to be searched through properly. This time, they weren’t there to swim and take photos, that much was for sure.
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