I woke up that morning with the strange feeling that something was wrong—like the air in the room didn’t quite belong to me anymore.
It was supposed to be the start of a dream vacation. Mark’s 35th birthday. Florida. Sun, relaxation, and a rare chance for him to reconnect with his parents. I had planned everything for months. Flights. A five-star, all-inclusive resort. Every detail paid for, every confirmation email sitting neatly in my inbox.
I wanted to give him something unforgettable.
The night before, Mark surprised me with chamomile tea. That alone should have set off alarms.
He never made tea. Ever.
“You’ve been so busy,” he said with a soft smile. “I figured this might help you sleep before our early flight.”
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