Victor

“Five more minutes, please,” Rose groans as I try to wake her up in the morning.

I chuckle and take the comforter off Rose, revealing her tousled hair and sleepy eyes. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We are on vacation in a foreign country. Don’t you want to see what’s out there?”

Rose groans again, pulling the pillow over her head. “But I’m still tired,” she pleads, her voice muffled.

I sit down on the edge of the bed and gently tug at the pillow. “Come on, Rose. We have a ...