Serurora’s POV.
“Ahhhhh, now this is the life.” My aunt Candy says as she lounges on her sun lounger with a cocktail in hand as we all look out over the crystal-clear waters of the private island we jetted off to.
“You could say that again. Good call with the no phones. I could get used to this,” Tati says from beside Elora and I look at my sister as she sips her mocktail and keeps her eyes forward, lost in thought. It has been a month since we rescued her and she is starting to process her grief. She needed this like the rest of us did. She will survive this. She will become stronger and I have decided I am not going to take a gap year. That would be selfish of me.
Elora needs me, and so does the rest of my family. But I have made it known to mom that once a year we all as a family ta
