I Won a Five-Star Island Vacation

where your feet can touch.”

He nodded seriously.

Ethan was stretched on a lounger, sunglasses on, phone in hand.

“Relax, Maya,” he said. “You hover too much.”

“I’m watching our son.”

“He’s not made of glass.”

No.

He was made of trust.

And Ethan kept handing that trust to people who broke things for fun.

Frank came over carrying a drink.

He watched Leo splash continue reading …