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

know what to do,” I admitted. “Part of me wants to let them have their reunion and never tell them. Another part wants to show up and throw them out.”

Haley sat across from me, thoughtful. “What would give you peace, Abby? Not temporary satisfaction—actual peace.”

I considered carefully. “I think I need to stop being invisible to them. I need them to continue reading …