*Lucas*

As we cautiously walked toward the resort's main area, shards of shattered glass crunched under our feet. The once beautiful palm trees were now uprooted and strewn across the ground. Lauren's determined expression remained as she moved through the rubble, leaving imprints in the soaked dirt with her work boots.

“Lucas, this is horrible,” Lauren whispered.

My brow wrinkled as I stared around at the mess, and I turned to her and said, “It looks terrible, but ...