Dos’ Point of View
“We’re here,” I announced as I shifted the gear into park and cut the engine. The tires crunched against the pebbled driveway of the beach house, and within seconds, groggy groans and the rustle of movement began in the back seats.
Belle, Uno, Finn, Light, and little Amelia started to stir like a nest of sleepy animals waking from hibernation. Honestly, I was surprised they all managed to nap during the drive—it wasn’t exactly quiet with Amelia singing the entire Encanto soundtrack on repeat earlier.
Thank God this SUV was massive. Any smaller and we’d have been stacked on top of each other like a pack of sweaty sardines.
Originally, this trip was supposed to be just me and June—a quiet escape, just the two of us. A breath away from the city. A breath away from… ever
