Michael’s brow furrowed in surprise at Della’s abruptness. “Already? We just got here,” he said, glancing at Felix, who looked equally bewildered.
“Yeah, Mummy!” Felix chimed in, his face falling. “I haven’t even caught a fish yet!”
“I know, sweetie, but I just… I feel like we should head back. It’s getting late.” Della offered a weak smile, but she felt the mounting pressure of her unease gripping her again.
Michael studied her closely, searching for signs of her discomfort. “Are you sure? We can stay for just a little while longer. I promise it’ll be worth it.” His tone wavered between concern and disappointment, looking between the two most important people in his life.
Della hesitated, torn between wanting to appease Felix’s enthusiasm and the unsettling feeling that had retur
