They Thought My Beach House Was Foreclosed—I Let Them Believe It

word for me for six years, the verbal pat on the head that made my life sound like a sad but noble effort. The word that turned every choice into a mistake and every achievement into a fluke.

Outside, I could hear waves breaking on shore. The sea didn’t care about foreclosure notices or family group chats. The sea just was.

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