A stab wound. And then a push.
She is in the water. She can see people on the yacht, but they have not noticed she is gone, and all seem to have deliberately turned their backs, as the yacht begins slowly to pull away from her. The waves wash over her, sending her further to doom. These are her friends and one is her love. Each one had a reason for getting rid of her though she would not have put murder on that list. Until now.
Revenge burns so deeply inside her she knows she will survive this somehow. She will get them. Each one of them—and there are three men, one woman. She will get them. One way or another.
