Chapter 92

BLAIRE

Grant seemed compelled to provide the proof he had previously kept hidden once Sebastian entered

the picture. It seemed like Grant sensed that Sebastian’s words held more truth in this moment.

As I thought it over, my doubts began to take shape. Whenever I’m with Grant, I feel distant, like we’re strangers. But with Sebastian, it’s different, I felt a strong connection, like electricity running through

me, when he looked at me. It’s like he could see right into my soul.

We decided to go back to the city where Grant claims we used to live before the accident. But he hasn’t

explained how we ended up on that small island after the incident.

Sebastian offered his boat for us to take to the city.

“No, we’re good. I already asked a friend of mine to pick us up,” Grant replied.

“Why wait when you’re generously offering a ride? Unless you are trying to buy some time?” Sebastian

taunted.

Grant’s jaw clenched visibly, a silent testament to the escalating tension between him and Sebastian. Sensing the impending clash, I swiftly intervened to diffuse the mounting hostility.

“I think we should accept Sebastian’s offer. There’s no reason for us to delay any longer,” I suggested,

hoping to steer the conversation in a more constructive direction.

Grant remained silent, his disapproval palpable in the air. It was evident that my alignment with

Sebastian’s proposal did not sit well with him, adding another layer of complexity to the already fraught

situation.

Grant’s gaze softened slightly as he looked at me, but the tension in his demeanor remained palpable.

restrained frustration. “But don’t expect me to trust him.” With

turned to me. “Let’s get this over with,”

Sebastian’s boat.

I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of

us, I knew that our lives were about to change in ways we couldn’t yet

comprehend.

couldn’t shake

silence only added to the tension between us, casting a

every word.

soothing backdrop as we

heavy silence. Despite the vast expanse of the ocean

thick fog obscuring

thought, when movement

attention. Grant, standing at the bow of the boat, had pulled out a

in a hushed conversation.

brows as I watched him, a pang of unease tugging at my gut. How could

phone hidden from

and adding another layer of

call when he notices me watching

I approached him to

a phone

think it was important

It felt like he was hiding something. Despite his attempt to brush it

I couldn’t shake the feeling that there

city, the tension between us grew. It was

me, separating us further with each passing moment. I couldn’t help but wonder

me. And with every wave that crashed against the

in the pit of my stomach, knowing that the journey ahead would be

and revelations.

it made me more suspicious. It seemed like

conversation deliberately.

left, Sebastian appeared on the

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