I rebooked it. Same house, same week, under my name, for two.Then I texted the family group one line: The house is still rented. It’s just mine and Nadia’s now. Have fun finding another place in seventy-two hours.
The chat detonated. Coralie called it cruel. My mother called it dividing the family. Sterling, who owes me four thousand dollars, informed me I had a “money problem.” I turned the phone off and Nadia and I drove down two days later, and the first night was everything I had pictured. Empty beach, the two of us, no digs, no jokes, no card games with claws.Then Nadia said the thing over dinner that I have not been able to put down since.
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