we'll paint this city red by morningShe finds her on a beach in Monaco, stretched out on the white sand, unaffected by the people around her, and at first Caroline thinks she may be wrong, her mind is confused, but no she sees legs and arms of bare skin that remains untouched by the sun's rays and knows she's right. There's no one else with her there on the beach; Caroline checks, peers over the rim of her sunglasses to the left and right, sees no one else familiar, no one that's family, and notices that there's only one towel laid out, not two. Alone
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Great fic :)
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