*Michael*

I knocked lightly on the door of Lauren's bungalow, a hint of nervousness bubbling up inside me. The prospect of spending time with my daughter outside of the resort walls shouldn’t feel so nerve-wracking, but we had never been close even before our falling out. However, I was determined to fix that.

I smiled at the sea shell wreath hanging from the door, it looked as though she had made it herself. I was really impressed with how creative she ...