The Sisters' Evil Boyfriends

dn't seen in five years. The air tasted of salt and sea, a clean, sharp sc

he had to his name that wasn't tied up in debt. We found it looking even wo

hrew open the windows to let the sea breeze chase away the smell of dust and decay. By the t

e sky in shades of orange and pink. The waves crashed gently on the shore, a soothing,

I said, my voice soft in the morning qui

a small smil

sh wasn't perfect, he would push it away with a look of disgust. His mistresses, the string of young women he entertained, would laugh. "How can you be so bad at this?" one of the

watching the sun climb higher in

ore," I whispered, more

t later with two mugs of instant coffee. She ha

I said, clinking

ned the front room into a cozy seaside cafe, just as I had always dreamed. The "Seaside Brew" opened two months later, and t

lities. She used her fluency in sign language to lead tours for the hearing-impaired, her gentle nature and deep empathy maki

ppressive B_lackwood_ mansion. The memory of our time there bega

age from an unknown number. It was a picture of my son, Leo, sitting alone

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