The last time Gavin had spoken with Anna, a little over ten years before Karen left him and his shower in New York started dripping, they were sitting together on the back porch of her house in Sebastiana and his shirt was soaked to his back with sweat. Gavin was eighteen, in his last month of high school. At the end of summer he was going to New York City to study journalism. Anna still had a year of high school left, and the weight of the conversation they hadn’t had yet—the what happens to us now that we’ll be in different states? talk—was opening up longer and longer silences between them.
Classic Emily
