my best friend, husband

Killy and Lilly had been inseparable since the day they were born. Growing up together in the sun-soaked beauty of the Turks and Caicos Islands, they shared everything-first days of school, scraped knees, whispered dreams, and promises that nothing would ever come between them.

Though they were as close as sisters, they came from different worlds. Killy was a proud Indigenous Turks and Caicos Islander, deeply connected to the culture and traditions of the islands. Lilly, along with her parents, had moved from England when she was a baby. The islands became her home, and it wasn't long before she and Killy became inseparable.

Then there was Chris.

He had grown up alongside them, climbing coconut trees, diving into the turquoise sea, and getting into the kind of trouble only childhood friends could. From the moment Killy realized what love was, she'd quietly loved Chris. It was the kind of love she buried deep, hidden behind smiles and friendship because Chris had eyes for only one person-Lilly.

Or so Killy believed.