Eleanor slipped her phone back into her purse and strolled toward the father and daughter building sandcastles on the beach.
"Mom, look! Dad helped me make this castle," Evelyn called out, pointing excitedly at a lumpy mound of sand adorned with seashells.
Eleanor smiled warmly at her daughter. Rarely did she get the chance to spend a whole day with Evelyn, and she was determined to make it a happy one.
Just then, her phone vibrated again. Expecting it to be Vanessa, she nced down, only to see Joy''s name shing across the screen. Eleanor''s lips curved with amusement as she stepped a few yards away to answer privately.
Joy wanted to discuss wedding ns, and Eleanor dove eagerly into the conversation, offering suggestions with genuine enthusiasm. She slipped off her sandals, letting the cool, damp sand squish between her toes as she chatted, the surf whispering at her feet.
From a distance,n watched her. With the wind tugging yfully at the wisps of hair around her face and herughter ringing out, Eleanor seemed lighter than he''d seen her in ages-almost carefree.
"Dad, look at this shell!" Evelyn dug a pearly shell from the sand and held it up for him to see.
Eleanor''sughter drifted over again, sparkling and bright. Ian couldn''t help but nce back at her, noticing the way she danced along the water''s edge, as radiant as a girl in love.
His expression shifted, shadowed by a flicker of thought. Was that Mansfield Ellington calling her?
"Why is Mom still on the phone?" Evelyn turned, eyes full of hope that her mother woulde admire hertest find. Without waiting for an answer, she scrambled up and dashed toward Eleanor.
"Mom, who are you talking to?"
Eleanor knelt to Evelyn''s level. "Just chatting with Joy for a minute more, sweetheart. I''ll be right there, okay?"
"Okay!" Evelyn beamed and scampered back to her father.
"It''s Miss Thatcher," Evelyn replied, ncing up at him.
A faint, almost teasing smile tugged at the corner ofn''s mouth. "Oh, really?"
When Eleanor finally finished her call, she took Evelyn''s hand and spent the next half hour wandering the shore together, searching for shells. Evelyn was so caught up in showing off her treasures that she barely noticedn waiting for them under a sun umbre.
Their spot on the sand belonged to the only seven-star hotel on the coast, with a private stretch of beach—secluded, pristine, and nearly empty.
By the time Eleanor and Evelyn had filled half a pail with shells, Evelyn''s cheeks were glowing pink from the sun. Eleanor decided it was time to head back to the hotel for a rest.
"Let''s go inside, sweetie. We''ll count your shells together," she suggested.
Evelyn nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, please!"
Back at the hotel, a suite had already been arranged for them-one of the penthouse presidential suites.
As soon as Eleanor stepped inside, a subtle difort crept over her. This was the same suite they''d stayed in so many times, back when she andn were still together.
"Mom! We''ve stayed here before!" Evelyn eximed, remembering theirst visit years ago, though she''d only been four at the time.
Eleanor forced a smile. “We have," she replied softly.
She only nned to stay long enough for Evelyn to rest, then return to the city.
Whilen took Evelyn to wash her hands, Eleanor suddenly found the suite''s vastness ustrophobic. Her breathing grew shallow, and a wave of unease swept over her. Her fingers tightened instinctively around her purse strap as she caught sight of the open door to the master bedroom. Memories came flooding back, unbidden and relentless.
Needing air, Eleanor stepped onto the balcony, letting the sea breeze wash over her. Lost in thought, she sensed someone behind her and spun around, startled.n stood there, a bottle of water in hand, his presence unexpectedly intense.
She tensed, the words spilling out before she could stop them. "Stay away from me. Don''t touch me."
The question jolted Eleanor back to reality. She knew the past couldn''t be erased, but she refused to let it control her now.