The supply boat chugged back to the resort later than usual, the sun dipping low on the horizon in a blaze of orange and pink that painted the lagoon like a holiday postcard.
Eliot stepped onto the weathered jetty with two plastic bags cutting into his fingers, the handles slick from the humid evening air.
One bag bulged with practical essentials of cheap sunscreen for Liam's endless beach romps, packets of instant noodles to stretch their budget through the remaining days, and a gummy worm pack for Liam.
The other held a six pack of local beer, frosty cans he bought with the last of his cash, a small indulgence for unwinding after a day that felt like wrestling a thesis deadline.
It was Christmas Eve, and the resort had leaned into the spirit with tropical flair with palm trees wrap
