*Lucas*

The next morning, Lauren and I met with Michael, Shelby, and Reggie to discuss making arrangements to get help out to the surrounding areas of the island.

I could feel the awkwardness between Lauren and me as we walked into the meeting room, and I hated it. We had been on such a wonderful road going forward in our relationship, and now we had run over a pothole.

And that pothole’s name was Moira.

I didn’t blame Moira for being that obstacle–not ...