My daughter pulled on my beach cover-up and said quietly, ‘Mommy, Daddy Told Me Not to Tell You What He and Uncle Jim Did in Our Hotel Room’

like something was missing.”

She looked at me.

“When Jim called, I drove here the next day. I couldn’t keep waiting for answers.”

“But why here?”

“Jim suggested meeting somewhere away from home, somewhere neither of us had memories attached to.” Elena admitted. “He thought it would feel less overwhelming than showing up at your front door.”

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