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.

“But don’t expect me to trust

get this over with,” he muttered, leading

Sebastian’s boat.

shake the feeling of unease that settled in

awaited us, I knew that our lives were about to

comprehend.

the boat rocked gently on the waves, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease gnawing at

only added to the tension between us, casting a shadow of doubt

every word.

provided a soothing backdrop as we sailed

expanse of the ocean surrounding us, the

thick fog

the water, lost in thought, when movement from the corner of

standing at the bow of the boat, had pulled out a cellphone

in a hushed

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

a phone hidden from me? It seemed

his motives and adding another layer of suspicion to

call when he notices

curiosity, I approached him to ask him about it.

a phone with you,” I

was important to

It felt like he was hiding something. Despite

the feeling that there was more to

city, the tension between us grew. It

and me, separating us further with each passing

from me. And with every wave that crashed against the boat, I felt a sense of

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

and revelations.

it made me more suspicious.

conversation deliberately.

appeared

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