Prologue

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The island of Alala was in the middle of nowhere, and it belonged to no one. Ever since it was discovered, many countries had tried to claim it, but it could have only been God's caprice for it to remain terra nullius.

It was a teardrop-shaped chunk of green spat in the middle of the Equator, between the two Americas. The land was fertile and rich, and hibiscuses garnished the emerald trees beside the glittering sands and crystalline waters of the Main beach. It was an eternal summer, no change in temperatures, just sun and breeze all year round.

The people of Alala came from all sorts of backgrounds, and hid all sorts of secrets. They had all sorts of jobs, and hid all sorts of secrets. Some were tranquil, some liked to gossip, and some - probably all - hid secrets.

And as the sun sunk into the enigmatic ocean, teens that sat together in a circle put out their cigarettes and families dragged their children out of the beach, for it was getting dark and only intrepid souls dared to be in the night; at Alala, it was almost unthinkable given the history of unfortunate events that had occurred in the last century. The moon was almost ready to lay her hypnotic watch on this magical site when the powerful roar of an engine resonated abruptly in the whole area - a boat was approaching the island.

There were four people in this boat.

One of them was the captain.

The other three had Alala as both their destination and destiny, mother and daughters tangled in future consequences brought by trauma from the past.

It was 9th of May, 2003, and Victoria, Rosalie, and Deborah Marino were about to unravel the island's secrets.

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