The twins were relentless explorers. No matter how many hallways or decks they passed, Ryan and Kyan wanted to see everything. Nate and Alexia trailed behind, their overnight bags long since dropped in the rooms, now left to play reluctant tour guides.
“Look, Dad!” Ryan pointed toward a glass elevator that ran the full height of the ship. “It goes all the way to the top deck!”
“And look, Mama,” Kyan added, tugging Alexia’s hand, “they have a candy store right here on the ship! Can we—please, please, please—go later?”
Alexia smirked. “Later,” she promised, brushing a strand of Kyan’s hair behind her ear.
They passed glimmering pools, a mini-golf course, endless restaurants with golden signage, and even a theater grand enough to rival Broadway. Ryan’s eyes were wide as saucers, absorbing
