Roldan's POV

Rae and I step out of the cabin, trailing after the kids who’ve run ahead, their energy seemingly boundless. It took about thirty minutes to gather the food and sandwiches for the picnic, and the little ones—bored from the wait—found amusement down by the river. Laughter bubbles from them as they wade through the shallow stream nearby, splashing water that barely skims their ankles. The gentle current and warm sun make it an ideal little playground for ...