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Family Disunion
“Does everyone have their binoculars?” Small human faces stare up at me before tugging the straps on their Revelation Cove-provided, kid-safe binocs and planting their eyeballs against the forest-green plastic eyecups. I cannot hold my own lenses up yet because my hands are vibrating hard enough to power a small engine.
Don’t think about Lucy Collins.
Ryan will figure it out.
The little kids are staring at you.
Say something, Porter.
“Okay! First, eagles! Over in those trees on the bigger island across the way is a big group of eagles. Do you know how they call a group of lions a pride?”
I can do this. Focus on the moment.
“I saw Lion King on Broadway for my birthday,” says the kid with the stuffed utility belt—her name is Melody, “eight and three-quarters years
