Zach’s POV

Her curls bounced wildly, and she smelt like sunshine and grass.

"Hey, princess," I said, hugging her close. "What are you building over there?"

"A castle!" she declared, pointing back at the pile of sand she and Ella had been carefully shaping. "But it’s not done yet. Ella says we need more water."

Ella, ever the responsible one, stood up and dusted her hands off on her jeans. "Yeah, Uncle Zach. We were trying to make the moat, but the sand keeps falling apart. We need a bucket of water to keep it steady."

"Well, I think we can arrange that," I said, smiling at them both. "Want...