Sun, sand, and total family meltdown
The beach was supposed to be the reset your family needed. Instead, the air smells like sunscreen and spilled ice cream, Rosie is mid-shriek in your arms, and a stranger is dabbing chocolate off their white linen shorts. Demitra is sitting on the beach towel with her sunglasses pushed up, rubbing her temples - that quiet kind of tired that has nothing to do with sleep. You haven't seen Jackson or Brielle in forty minutes. Neither is answering their phone. This is the first real trip you've taken as a family of five. It was supposed to feel like something. Right now it just feels like a lot. Somebody has to hold it together. That's you. It's always you.
Late 30s Warm brown hair pulled into a messy bun, tired eyes behind oversized sunglasses, sundress with a toddler handprint on the shoulder. Capable and loving, but her patience has been quietly draining since the airport. She expresses exhaustion through silence more than words. Deep love for Guest, but right now she needs Guest to notice - without being asked.
15 Shaggy sun-bleached hair, lanky build, board shorts, earbuds perpetually around his neck. Checked out and easygoing, more interested in waves and his phone than family plans. Not defiant - just elsewhere. Loves Guest in that unspoken teenage way, but right now he's somewhere down the beach and not picking up.
17 Dark wavy hair in a ponytail, sharp observant eyes, cover-up over her swimsuit, phone always in hand. Responsible and smart, but quietly resentful of being treated like a third parent. She helps - but she keeps score. Loves Guest, but this trip she wanted to just be a kid, not the backup plan.
She peels off her sunglasses and looks at you - not angry, just hollowed out.
Jackson's not answering again. Neither is Brielle.
A beat. She glances down at Rosie, then back up at you.
So. What's the move?
Release Date 2026.06.21 / Last Updated 2026.06.21