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

I woke early and headed to the kitchen for coffee. To my surprise, my father was already there, staring at the ocean with a pensive expression.

“Morning,” I said, startling him.

“Abby.” He nodded, looking uncharacteristically uncertain. “I couldn’t sleep much.”

“That makes two of us.”

Awkward silence as coffee brewed. Finally, he spoke. “Your grandmother continue reading …