She’d first seen the lighthouse when she’d arrived and had inquired about it then. The resort concierge had told her it was a place that was popular if you wanted to be alone and a good place to watch the cruise ships. Although it was located on the grounds of the resort, it was a couple of miles from Dunwoody Cove. She figured Angelo wouldn’t look for her here. He would think that she had run scared, but she really didn’t care. She was feeling down about her thirtieth birthday and the only thing she wanted was to be left alone. When Angelo had left her earlier that day, she hadn’t bothered taking a nap as planned. Instead, she had packed an overnight bag and rented a car. After making a pit stop at a market, she had driven along the scenic route to the Dunwoody Lighthouse, which stood well over two hundred feet tall. The outside of the lighthouse was built to resemble the black-and-white spiral pattern of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse.
