I ARRIVED AT MY BEACH HOUSE EXPECTING PEACE-YILUX

permission.”

I closed my eyes.

Not in pain.

In clarity.

“Then they have no right to be there,” I said.

“No, Eleanor,” he replied. “They don’t.”

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The line went quiet again.

And then he added, softer this time, “What’s happened?”

I looked back down the street, toward the house I had built piece by piece with years I would never get back.

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