My Sister Texted That 47 People Were Coming to My Beach House for Four Days and Told Me to Stock the Fridge

and simple, like part of her had still been waiting for that word to be spoken plainly.

Ethan looked away toward the sink and blinked hard, once.

Outside, only a handful of vehicles remained. Paige’s. My mother’s. Mark’s. The event company truck. And then the final moment arrived the way final moments do, quietly at first and then all at once.

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