The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the group as everyone chats around the fire. Laughter ripples through the air, the scent of burning wood mingling with the distant salt of the sea. You and Maeve are sitting together on one of the worn picnic blankets, her arm lazily draped over your shoulder. It’s been a long day—hiking, swimming, teasing Aimee about her terrible map skills. The kind of exhausting, perfect day that makes you feel like you belong right here, in this moment.