The Yacht Trip, The Memorial, And The Gift They Never Expected

I didn’t want to read: a single high-heeled sandal near the bar, one of Elena’s favorites with the red sole. A folded linen napkin caught in the corner, trembling in the breeze. The faint ring of condensation where a glass had been, now dried to a ghost.

My heart thudded in my chest like something trying to escape.

“Hello?” I shouted into the emptiness.continue reading …