Escaping His Shadow
Language: en
I have porphyria. I can't be exposed to sunlight. Even a moment under harsh rays causes my skin to blister and decay. For our three-year anniversary, Julian custom-ordered an umbrella for me. It was coated in black vinyl on the inside and painted with a constellation of stars. Until his first love, Chloe, moved back from Europe. During a hurricane warning on our island vacation, Julian abandoned me in a limestone cave. Half an hour later, he texted me: "The sun's out. I left your umbrella on the beach up ahead. There's no shade. Do you see it?" "Chloe is right. If I don't force you out…