The night on the island came to an end far too quickly.
The laughter.
The campfire.
The fishing.
The conversations beneath the stars.
All of it slowly became memories.
By the time everyone boarded the yacht, the sky was still dark.
A thin layer of mist floated above the sea.
The world seemed quiet.
Almost asleep.
Only the sound of the yacht cutting through the water disturbed the silence.
Hope and Asher had fallen asleep again, almost immediately after boarding.
Both twins were wrapped in blankets while resting against Elena and Daniel.
Even Alice and Kate looked exhausted.
The weekend had been fun.
But Monday waited for nobody.
The yacht continued toward Star Harbor.
Slowly, the horizon began turning gray.
The first signs of dawn appeared.
By the time they reached the port, it was already six in the morning.
The city was beginning to wake up.
Cars appeared on distant roads.
Workers headed toward their jobs.
Another ordinary week had begun.
