Aaron’s family was filthy rich. his father owned a successful company, his mother had been a surgeon up until she started having kids. he grew up like a prince. him and his little sister, Ellie. every summer, his family traveled to an island his grandfather owned, then passed it down to his father. and every summer, the family friends would join them. the Scott’s and the Sinclairs.

this year, Aaron was eighteen. it was his last summer before he’s off to college. his last summer before growing up. his last summer of melting ice cream cones, late night karaoke bonfires, the salty ocean water.

Aaron stood on the dock, Ellie on his shoulders, waving her arms. a boat was approaching, one that held their families closest friends. his father stood beside him, waving as well. his mother also. the boat pulled up to the dock. and there they were.