I ARRIVED AT MY BEACH HOUSE EXPECTING PEACE-YILUX

moment, as if the problem was still something small, something contained within a sentence rather than everything behind it.

I turned then, slowly, meeting his eyes, seeing the man he had become layered over the boy I had raised, and realizing how easily one could disappear behind the other.

“You didn’t know,” I repeated, not accusing, not raising my continue reading …