My Brother Canceled My Birthday Invite — And Booked My Private Island

and then—then the owner name appeared and—”

He stopped, as if approaching the edge of something and realizing it dropped off into empty space.

“The owner is listed as Martinez,” Marcus said carefully. “Elena… do you own Sapphire Island?”

I leaned back in my chair, looking at the spreadsheet title on my screen.

“Yes,” I said. “I do.”

Silence expanded on continue reading …