A/N: This chapter will be told only from Lexi's POV

Lexi's POV

I walk across the sand dunes, kicking up the occasional plume of dust, sending it floating in the cooling air and then it drops back down to reform a new dune. Isaac and Christopher follow behind me, picking up the occasional starfish or crab then putting it back in the ocean to be free.

I sigh when we reach our house- a small cabana with a real grass roof (with concrete underneath to protect against storms) and a wooden door. I turn a brass key in the lock and push open the door. Isaac and Christopher pile into the house. When you first go in, there is a room in front of you and to your right. Right before the doorway to the right is a table with six chairs and a tropical chandelier hanging above it. There is a window looking out from the table that has a perfect view of the beach.

When you go through the doorway in front of you, you go into a hallway with three doors on the right side and two on the left. The first on the left is a closet where the coats and umbrellas are kept, plus anything and everything I don't want thrown away. The door next to that one is my bedroom. It is a pale blue with a window right above the bed and a closet off to the right of the bed. There is the master bathroom on the left of the bed that is covered not by a door, but with a screen. There is a small TV in front of the bed and a sofa.

The first door on the right side is Isaac's room. It's a light brown color, like coffee with cream, and there is a bed tucked away in the upper right corner. Just next to that is a window with a view of the beach. There is a wood desk near that and a door leading into a bathroom. On the walls there are pictures of baseball and basketball stars, plus a few pictures of the beach, which Christopher thinks is stupid.

He would always say, "Why do you need pictures? Just look out the window!" But Isaac never listens. He keeps his pictures and Christopher keeps his remarks. The room next to Isaac's is the bathroom that they share.

The last door in that hallway is Christopher's. His room is black, with a white carpet and ceiling. His bed is out in the middle of the room, the gray covers messily thrown on the bed. There are windows all around the room, but most of them are drawn with black curtains. There are pictures of bands where windows aren't and there is a white metal desk next to the bed.

When you go back to the front room, and take the door to the right, there is a kitchen and a family room, with a TV and radio. Then, there are two doors in the family room. One leads outside and the other goes into the guest bedroom.

I walk into the kitchen and make some quick Cajun chicken. I call Isaac and Christopher to the front room, and we eat a dinner of chicken, salad and watermelon. After dinner, Isaac goes to the family room and watches his TV show- I can't remember what it's called…Uh…Oh right, the Delightful Show- and Christopher goes to his room. I step outside and look up at the stars, which are glowing faintly. I see a shooting star and make a wish.

Where ever he is…I hope he's happy… I wish for my husband. I wipe a tear from my eye, and head inside.