The morning after our visitors departed, I woke early, my mind already racing with plans and ideas. As I made my way to the kitchen to start the coffee, I found Jason already there, hunched over his tablet.
"Morning," I said, pouring myself a cup. "You're up early."
He looked up, his expression a mix of excitement and concern. "You need to see this."
I leaned over his shoulder, scanning the screen. It was a news article about our island, written by Diane Foster. As I read, I felt a surge of emotions – relief, pride, and a touch of apprehension.
"She did it," I breathed. "She told our story."
Jason nodded, scrolling down. "And she's not the only one. There are articles popping up all over the place. Most of them are positive, but..."
"But?" I prompted, sensing his hesitation.
He sigh
