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The coffee maker gurgled its familiar song at 6:47 AM, seven minutes later than it used to. I’d reset it three weeks ago, after Derek mentioned he’d been waking up earlier for his new commute. I’d done it without thinking, the way you adjust to someone’s rhythm after five years of being together. Now I watched him pour two cups with the ritual, adding the exact amount of cream to mine. More than he thought I needed, less than I actually wanted, the compromise we’d landed on somewhere in year two. He slid the mug across our kitchen island, an...
I’ve told this story a hundred times. At dinner parties, to therapists, to anyone who would listen during those dark months after the divorce. It always starts the same way: the summer Hannah wore that blue sundress, the one with the tiny white flowers. The summer I caught her cheating. Except that’s not what happened at all. I realized it last week, twenty years later, when I found the dress in a box of Hannah’s things I’d been storing for our daughter. Not blue. Yellow. A faded yellow cotton dress with red poppies. Such a small thing, you ...
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The storm had been building for three days, and Margaret knew what that meant. By the fourth day, they would come.She stood at the top of Gulf Point Lighthouse, watching the gray-green waves slam against the rocks below. The beam from her lamp swept across the churning Atlantic, regular as a heartbeat. Thirty-two years she’d kept this light burning, ever since her father’s hands had grown too unsteady for the work. Thirty-two years of solitude of fog and salt spray.And every seven years, for one night only.The visitors.Margaret descended the...
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