My husband, Marcus, and I are lucky enough to live in a little slice of paradise called Seabreeze Point. Imagine this: soft, golden sand stretching a few minutes’ walk from our front porch, winding trails through pine-scented hills, and tiny cliffside cafés where you can sip a latte while watching dolphins leap in the surf below. It’s the kind of place people plan for months, maybe even a whole year, just to visit for a single week. Naturally, our guest room gets a lot of use. Friends, relatives, even Marcus’s college buddies somehow find themselves knocking on our door, lured by the lure of sun, sand, and serenity. And we love it. Really, we do. Sharing our home feels like sharing a secret, a privilege reserved for those we care about. So when Marcus’s younger brother, Trevor, called three months ago, practically vibrating with excitement, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. “Lena! You’re going to love this,” Trevor’s voice was so full of joy I could practically hear him grinning over the phone. ……CONTINUE READING IN BELOW