The driver stepped out with a clipboard and a calm smile. “Four rooms are ready at the Harbor Inn, ten minutes from here,” he said. “Breakfast is included, and the bill is settled through the end of the week.” Tessa’s mouth opened and closed.
I told them plainly that I was not angry, only finished. I had spent ten years building a company where every hour belonged to someone else, and this villa was my promise to myself that the sunrise would belong to me. “You are welcome here,” I said, “when you ask first.” Dad called it dramatic. Mom stared at the floor. Tessa packed in sullen silence, and the folding crib went back into the trunk.
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