Beckett’s POV
I watch as Elodie’s face falls slightly, guilt flickering in her eyes as she looks at our daughter.
'I’d love to sweetie,’ she sigh’s softly as her phone vibrates with a message. ‘But I’m afraid that we need to head back to the ship . . .'
'But . . . I wanted to go splash some more . . . and see the shops and . . . we were supposed to get lunch with Felix,' Callie protests, small face falling immediately. 'You also said that we could go look at that market we saw, you promised!'
'I know, baby, I'm sorry,' Elodie replies gently, reaching for her hand. 'But something's come up that Mummy needs to sort out. We can go exploring another time, after the show has finished . . . just you and me . . .'
'That's not fair,' Callie says, bottom lip wobbling dangerously. 'You always
