He nodded. “I know sorry isn’t enough. Nothing I could say is going to fix it, and I’m going fucking nuts trying to think of something—anything—to make it right.”

I faced forward, glad my oversized hat protected me from his stare. “You’re right. But you’re also not the only one who fucked up here. I recognize that.”

He lowered his head, propping his forehead with his hand. “I’m so fucking relieved you’re being so levelheaded about this, but I gotta admit, Falyn”—he looked up at me—“it’s freaking me out a little that you’re this … Zen.”

“I don’t feel Zen. I feel hurt and angry and betrayed. Our flight leaves at three, and until then, we’re here together with your family. Flipping out on you won’t solve anything.”

He watched me for a moment. “So, what? You’re going to dump me as soon as we get back stateside?”

“I don’t know.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for betraying you. I’m sorry for making you angry. If you give me another chance, it will never happen again.”

“I believe you,” I said.

He sat on the sand next to me, slipped his fingers between mine, and kissed my knuckles.

After half an hour of silence, Trenton and Camille joined us. Not long after that, Travis came down, alone. He didn’t speak and sat two chairs away, staring at the ocean.

“Uh-oh,” Trenton said, standing up to walk over to his brother.

Taylor squeezed my hand and then joined the other two men. They chatted quietly but mostly sat in silence, all seeming to stare at the same point in the water.

“I ran into Travis this morning,” I said to Camille.

“You did?” she asked. “Where?”

“He was on his way to Thomas’s room. Think it has anything to do with that?”

“Thomas?” she paused, pensive. “No,” she said. “I don’t.”

I could tell by the finality in her voice that she was lying. She had dated Thomas before. She knew things, including what had happened in that room.

Travis left abruptly, and Taylor returned to his seat.

“Is he okay?” I asked.

Taylor seemed concerned. “I don’t know. He wouldn’t say anything.”

Camille was pretending not to be listening, so I said exactly what I wanted her to hear.

“For a family who looks so close on the outside, you all sure have a lot of secrets,” I said.

Taylor sank back. “I guess so.”

“Seems like you’re the only one capable of telling the truth.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I regretted them.

Taylor was wrong. I wasn’t Zen. Lashing out and low blows weren’t something I’d thought I was capable of, but that didn’t seem to be the case at the moment.