Her Parents Stole Her Cape Cod Cottage Until The Sheriff Arrived

glass of iced tea and carried it out onto the back porch.

The step still groaned. She had told them to leave it.

The ocean moved beyond the yard, indifferent and enormous and entirely unconcerned with the Whitcomb family, and she sat down in the sun and listened to the water come in.

She thought about that dining room. About the forks paused halfway to continue reading …