I Thought the White String in My Egg Was Something Dangerous—The Truth Completely Surprised Me

lights. Charlotte froze.

The living room glowed with string lights. On the wall, across the mantel, along the shelves, I had placed enlarged photos from prom night that Uncle Ray had kept in old boxes all these years.

There we were in 2006, standing by the punch bowl, laughing on the dance floor, smiling outside her front door, me looking stunned to continue reading …