Wheeling Gull Isle when life’s moving too fast, we can make this dream last

Caracal honestly adored every inch of the island. All of it was his favorite, so he drew a blank at Judah’s question. Then purple flowers filled his mind. He grinned and turned, already headed toward the field of lavenders on the island’s eastern shore.

This is actually your mama’s favorite place, Caracal said as he walked among the swaying blooms, inhaling their fragrance.

His back ached, his feet too. He wished he could sit, though Judah would surely slide off his back. Caracal didn’t want to do that, not without checking in first…

Hey, Ju, do you think you could slide off and sit next to me for a minute?