By 6:05, the first influencers emerged, glowing with sleep and expensive skincare. Lila appeared on the deck of a yacht called Solstice, wrapped in a cream sweater and speaking softly into her phone. “Briarhook mornings,” she whispered, “feel almost sacred.”
Elias stood beside the grinder with his hand on the cord. Bram held a shovel. Tess gripped the washer wand. For one final second, Elias let the harbor rest in silence. Then he looked toward the yachts and said, “Now.”