When we finally got out of the water, I couldn't help but feel that all of this was like a dream. In such a beautiful place and at such a romantic moment, it somehow felt as if this moment had been chosen to heal all the wounds I had suffered in the previous days...
However, interrupting our romantic moment, floating on the water, we looked at the boat we had just fallen out of and saw that it was empty...
“Aaron!” Matthew screams, noticing the same as me, the boat completely empty, without a sight of the kid.
It can't be, as my heart races with fear, thinking that Aaron might have fallen into the water beside us, and that he might be underwater suffering, I am filled with panic.
So we desperately look around for him, fearing the worst.
Until we hear his voice and his tender laughter:
