“She Mocked My Beach House at Breakfast — That Evening, I Sold Everything She Thought Was Hers”

to Caleb’s letter. I suggested we meet for coffee, neutral ground, just the two of us. He showed up looking thinner, older, wearing guilt like an ill-fitting coat.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he began. “About making you disappear. I didn’t see it that way at the time, but you were right. I stopped seeing you as a person and started seeing continue reading …