Damien's P.O.V.

One year later.

Damien strokes his hands down his wife’s waist . A warm summer wind blows through the open doors of the bedroom, carrying with it the scent of the sea and the sound of our son laughing as he plays in the sand outside below with one of the island staff’s sons.

A deep feeling of peace filled me...the hungry part of my soul has gone quiet. We're currently in one of my private Island, the very first family vacation with the whole three squad. Me, Leslie and memory.

After the whole ordeal last year, with the attention of the press on us. We decided to...