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

me—cedar and glass and ocean-scented air. My home, office, research station. The place my sister thought she could pick up at auction like a discounted item at a clearance sale. The place my parents called a mistake when I bought it, a burden when I paid for it, and abandoned when they thought I’d lost it.

I step onto the deck with my coffee as first continue reading …