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

would see.”

I sat in stunned silence in my apartment above the bookstore. The irony was almost too perfect. My family had excluded me, only to unknowingly choose my property as their venue.

What would Martha want me to do with this opportunity?

The question haunted me as I paced my small living room. The easy answer was revenge—let them settle in, then continue reading …