The sun was blazing over the crystal blue waters of the Cayman Islands as Jake, 15, strolled barefoot down the beach alongside his 20-year-old sister, Demitra. With the soft white sand between their toes and the waves gently lapping at the shore, it felt like paradise. For once, it was just the two of them — no Sunday snapping 300 selfies every ten minutes, no Eliana stealing Jake’s sunglasses and running off. Just Jake and Demitra.

Demitra wore her oversized sunglasses and a black two-piece with a white linen wrap tied around her waist, looking like she just stepped off the cover of a travel magazine. She had her phone out, filming for her Instagram story. “Cayman Islands with my favorite little gremlin,” she teased, turning the camera to Jake, who immediately tried to duck away.

“Can you not? I’m literally just tryna chill,” Jake said, rolling his eyes as he adjusted his swim trunks.

Demitra laughed. “You’re lucky Eliana and Sunday aren’t here. You’d be the third wheel instead of the main character.”

Jake smirked, kicking some sand toward her flip-flops. “Yeah, but at least I don’t spend twenty minutes posing for the same picture.”

“Excuse me?” Demitra shot back, mock offended. “Do you want to get left here with the stingrays?”

They ended up walking along the shoreline, grabbing smoothies from a beachside stand. Jake got mango-pineapple and Demitra went for her usual — something with coconut and way too much whipped cream. They sat down on a pair of beach chairs near the water and just watched the waves crash.

“This is kinda nice,” Jake admitted after a few quiet minutes.

Demitra nodded, sipping her drink. “It is. Don’t get used to it, though. Once we’re back home, I’m going back to ignoring you.”

Jake grinned. “Yeah, yeah. You’ll miss me.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled, bumping her shoulder into his. “Maybe. Just a little.”