They Told Me to Skip the Reunion. When They Arrived at the Nantucket Mansion, the Concierge Asked One Question.

“Just us this time. No negative energy to deal with.”

A laughing emoji from Jason: “Peace at last.”

I handed the phone back to Stephanie, my hands trembling slightly. “Thanks for showing me.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

That afternoon at the bookstore, I couldn’t focus. I kept misplacing books, getting inventory wrong, zoning continue reading …