The air turned icy, the temperature plummeting rapidly as a chill crept across the island. Madison's face drained of color, her usually confident demeanor replaced with one of sheer dread. Her hands trembled as she clasped them to her sides, trying to steady herself.
Bella noticed her unease immediately. "Madison, what's wrong?" Bella asked, her voice rising slightly with worry.
Madison didn't answer right away, her eyes locked on the beach as if she were seeing a nightmare unfold before her. Finally, she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the storm. "He's here again."
Bella frowned in confusion. "Who? Who's here?"
Instead of replying, Madison raised a shaky hand and pointed toward the beach. Bella followed her gaze, her breath hitching when she saw what Madison was looking at.