Chapter 7
For a second Aubrey closed her eyes, remembering long, hot summer days on the beach with Marco and afternoons spent in this very place, eating lobster rolls and laughing till their stomachs ached. They’d been some of the best days of her life.
Before her father had lost his mind and everything got out of control, those first couple of weeks with Marco that summer when she was just fifteen were the definition of perfect.
It was the epitome of summer love, pure and beautiful in its innocence—finding any excuse to touch each other and sneak away to steal a few passion-fueled kisses. It was like every sappy romance movie she had ever seen and dreamed about yet somehow better. Everything had been better because of Marco.
She opened her eyes and glanced over to the table where they
