Amelia pov

I let myself wake slowly the next morning, the sound of waves slipping through the open balcony doors like a lullaby. For once, my chest didn’t feel tight with anxiety the moment my eyes opened. Instead, there was warmth—Luke’s small body curled against mine and Ethan’s steady presence beside us, his arm draped protectively around both of us.

I stayed still, afraid to disturb the fragile peace. Vacations had a way of making everything feel softer, kinder. I knew reality ...