I Arrived at My Beach House to Find It Under Construction. By Morning, They Were Knocking at 6 a.m.

survive certain betrayals. And that’s okay.

One October afternoon, almost fourteen months later, I was reading on the deck when I heard a car. I looked up expecting Lydia or Clara. Instead, Matthew got out of a small car I didn’t recognize.

He looked different—thinner, completely gray now—but with something in his posture I hadn’t seen before. Humility.continue reading …