My hand shakes as I pour tea. Outside the window, youngsters shriek for joy on the strand. Continue reading Swimming After Work
‘Sure,’ I texted back. It was no big deal to ride back along the beach. I might see Willem, hanging out on the strand.
Something my sister said earlier didn’t click until I rounded the corner. Noa, her best friend, was staying at our place. I stopped, and we all exchanged a look. Continue reading Built for Three