*Shelby*

“That is where we are having dinner,” Michael said, referring to the small island we were coming up on.

Michael went back to the wheel and left me to watch as we got closer and closer to the island. A weathered dock floated on the water, and a pebbled pathway led further onto the island.

Michael expertly docked the boat, and by the time we disembarked, the sunset had faded, and darkness was creeping into the sky. The ...