My Husband Told Me Never To Go To The House At Blue Heron Ridge Until Three Years Later

and then left it to me.”

Another pause, longer this time.

“Mom,” Sophie said carefully, in the tone she had been developing since she started studying psychology and had begun applying its vocabulary to her actual life, “how are you feeling about that?”

“Complicated,” I said. “I’m feeling complicated about it.”

“Do you want to talk?”

“I want you to come continue reading …