The children were already running for the beach before anyone had pulled a single bag from the car.Lewis and David stood at the open boot with armloads of beach tents, sunscreen, and portable cribs, watching their four combined children disappear down the path toward the water."Every year," David said."Every year," Lewis agreed.Grace was strapped to Yessica's chest in the carrier, head turning slowly, cataloguing this new smell — salt air, something she had no category for yet. Ollie was on David's hip, pointing at things and naming them with absolute authority.***The first evening settled around them easily. Barbecue on the deck. Children's voices carrying up from the sand below, mixing with the sound of the waves. The babies in portable cribs, the sea air doing something remarkable to infant sleep schedules. Adults with wine and finally, genuinely lowered shoulders.Lewis sat on the deck railing with his glass and looked at the group of people in front of him.Four years ago,
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