I placed my suitcase in the trunk and watched my home disappear in the side mirror.
My phone rang repeatedly during the first hour.
After the tenth call, I turned it off.
Paula glanced at me.
“Are you all right?”
“I will be.”
We arrived at the coastal town that afternoon.
It was small and beautiful, with pastel houses, cobblestone streets, and the smell of salt drifting through the air.
The rented cottage had two bedrooms and wide windows facing the ocean.
When I entered my room and saw the water stretching toward the horizon, something tight inside me began to loosen.
I briefly turned my phone on.
There were fifty-three missed calls and twenty-seven messages.
Amanda wrote:
The children are upset because Grandma disappeared. Is this what you wanted?
Robert wrote:
I called the grocery store. You canceled everything. I never imagined you could be this selfish.
Martin wrote:
