SERA
“Look at that view,” Jared said, slipping an arm around my waist. “That’s insane.”
We were standing on the edge of a rocky overlook, gazing out at the turquoise sea below. The guide had told us this spot ‘Elerin’s Point’ was sacred to the island’s early settlers.
A place for cleansing, and for reckoning.
How ironic.
“Truly beautiful,” Jared’s mom chimed in, adjusting her wide-brimmed hat as she snapped a picture. “I can’t wait to frame these.”
“Your father should see this,” my mother added, elbowing my dad gently. “Isn’t this the kind of spot you always talk about?”
My dad chuckled. “If I had this view, I’d never leave the house. You’d find me planted on a chair right there, from dawn till dusk.”
Everyone laughed. Even I smiled, leaning in, responding, and nodding. I knew ho
