I Told My Uncle I Was Excited For My Brother’s Wedding Tomorrow. He Went Pale And Said, “Monica, It Was Last Week.” I Didn’t Cry. I Folded The Gift Away, Opened Instagram, And Found The One Photo That Made My Family’s Next Request Impossible.

peeling again. A wind chime my mother had bought years ago tapped lightly in the breeze.

I killed the engine and sat for a moment, listening to the quiet.

No traffic.

No voices.

Just the lap of water against the shore and the distant call of a bird.

When I stepped inside, the familiar creak of the floorboards met me like a greeting.

Or maybe a reminder.

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