a kind of music.

If the world ever becomes too loud, return to the water.

Not to hide.

To remember your own voice.

I remained in Ms. Reyes’s office long after I finished reading.

She smiled faintly. “Your grandfather was thorough.”

“He was stubborn.”

“Useful trait.”

“Yes,” I said. “It runs in the family.”

That summer, after Ethan’s sentencing, I took leave continue reading …