Sally

A WEEK LATER

As I wrapped my hands around the warm cup of coffee, I gazed out at the serene body of water before us. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore created a soothing melody.

Colby, on the other hand, was struggling to set up the tent, his hair ruffled by the increasing wind.

I turned to him, a hint of amusement on my face. "Do you need my help there?" I asked, trying to stifle a giggle.

Colby chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No, I don't. I can fix it up myself." He smiled confidently, but I raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

"Are you...