My piercing dark blue orbs glanced at the woman before me, settling their newborn baby into his crib. I blew a puff of smoke into the cold air as I looked down at the city.

Paradis was no place to raise my son. It was nowhere near sufficient.

I ground the cigarette against the ashtray until it fell apart.

Again, I turned to look at my wife, her hair covering our child’s laughing face as she rubbed her nose against his.

I walked to her.

“We’re leaving this island.” I said.