I ARRIVED AT MY BEACH HOUSE EXPECTING PEACE-YILUX

voice, just placing the words between us so he could hear how they sounded when spoken out loud.

He looked down at the floor, at the broken glass he had caused earlier, and for a moment, I saw the same boy who once cried over a cracked flower pot.

“I should have,” he admitted, and that was closer to truth than anything he had said so far, but still not continue reading …