I shouldn’t be watching this, I knew, but couldn’t peel my eyes away. I was here to watch the stars and have a little alone time on my family vacation. I didn’t expect the view to include water droplets sparkling in the moonlight on Cassandra’s breasts. The week-long camping trip had been difficult for me. What was supposed to be a time for the kids and myself to heal and grieve together seemed to only be working for them...