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Swimming After Work

For many years, I convinced myself I didn’t care. He wasn’t important. My challenge was forgetting.

My hand shakes as I pour tea. Outside the window, youngsters shriek for joy on the strand. Continue reading Swimming After Work

Built for Three

Sometimes I need to be more skeptical of adults. But I wasn’t when Mom texted me to pick up my sister Jasmijn.

‘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