By the third day on board, it had become a routine. Lucas would wait for the telltale signs of another squabble—raised voices, sighs, sharp silences—and slip away. Lucy would already be waiting with her toys, and together they’d escape the noise and bickering.
James and Kiara barely noticed. They were too busy revisiting old wounds with fresh fury. That Thursday morning, it was the breakfast menu that set them off. James wanted to try the chef’s tasting platter. Kiara rolled her eyes and called it pretentious. And the sparks flew again.