That evening, the backyard of the Leonard residence in the General's Quarters was alive with a warmth that had become rare in Isla.
Lanterns hung from the trees, spilling golden light over the long dinner table. Plates of roasted chicken, skewered meat and vegetables, and freshly baked pizza covered the table, while the smell of charcoal and herbs drifted through the cool evening air.
For a change, no one was talking about dead bodies, ancient ruins, security breaches, or missing people.
It was simply family.
It was the kind of evening that reminded Leonard how much had changed.
Not long ago, Liam, Logan, and Lucas had been scattered across the mobile houses. Now, all three had moved into Leonard's residence, freeing their former quarters for the steady stream of people arriving in Isla.
And Isla itself was changing almost as quickly.
Lucas had become a familiar face at the island's expanding hospital.
