Chapter 63 Family Vacation

• ~ Michael POV ~
• The seaplane skimmed across the turquoise water, sending up a spray that caught the sunlight like scattered diamonds. My stomach clenched—not from the landing, but from watching Aria's profile as she gazed out the window. Eight years without her, and now she sat just inches away, close enough to touch but still somehow unreachable.
• "Dad! Look!" Austin pressed his face against the glass, his breath fogging it. "Is that our island?"