Valentina – Two weeks later
The air smelled better in Montauk. The salt seemed to open my lungs and wash away the stresses of life. It had long been dark by the time I arrived. After Memorial Day, Friday night East Hampton traffic became a war zone of designer-clad people. It was why I’d always preferred Montauk. For most men there, a fancy dinner outfit meant changing out of your fishing boots.
Standing on the back deck at almost midnight, I shut my eyes and listened to the waves crashing as I inhaled deeply. After a few more exhales, my shoulders began to relax.
Until a voice startled me.
“Mrs. Davis?”
I jumped and let out a very girly sounding scream.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s Bella—Annabella Donovan from next door.”
“Oh.” My hand held my chest. “Hi, Bella. I d
