My Sister Texted That 47 People Were Coming to My Beach House for Four Days and Told Me to Stock the Fridge

it, give them a chance to leave, keep the peace at any cost.

Milo’s small hand slipped into mine under the counter.

And I remembered her standing by the stairs last Labor Day with her backpack, having just been told the real cousins got the beds.

I took a slow breath. “Yes,” I said. “I would.”

Paige was handcuffed in the driveway of her sister’s beach continue reading …