Georgia's POV
I lifted the binoculars again, more determined this time, and scanned the island like a detective solving a case. And then suddenly, bam! It clicked.
I gasped and pointed so fast my finger shook.
"There! That huge rock beside the cliff, that's where we used to harvest oysters and mussels!"
Then I swung my arm to the left. "And over there, that's where the young coconut trees we liked. The ones that were already fruiting! Oh my God, Nick, it really is the island!"
I sounded like an overexcited tour guide, and Nick just laughed, shaking his head with that fond look that always melts me.
"You really do remember. Sharp memory, babe."
"Of course I do! Not only is my memory back, but this place… this place is special to me." My chest tightened in that soft, nostalgic way. "This is where we fell in love. So many things happened here. If only Katie and the whole family were here, they would've loved it. Too bad they're not."
Nick gave me this too innocent smile.
