Second honeymoon
Eve lay in the hammock, her book open. The wavering shadow of palm fronds provided little respite from the mid-afternoon heat. The air was heavy with humidity, scented by hibiscus. She reread the same paragraph for the fourth time, before snapping the book shut with a sigh.
It was a mistake, she realised, returning to Fiji. To this island. To this resort.
Luke had fallen in love with a plucky, brave girl, who’d once dived 30ft from a cliff edge, yet now she felt diminished
She and Luke had flown here 15 years earlier for their honeymoon. They were 25 then, setting off with just their backpacks and a dream. They’d spent the honeymoon snorkelling over shimmering reefs, drinking cocktails they couldn’t afford and slipping back
