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

moved in slow arcs over the water. Milo drew things. Ethan read. I watched the light change over the Atlantic and thought about all the years I had let guilt about what I had make me unable to simply have it.

On the last morning, Milo looked up from her sketchbook and said, “I like it better when it’s just us.”

I looked at her.

“Do you think that makes continue reading …