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On the far side of the pond, beyond the break of pine and shrub oak, the ocean is furious, roaring. It must be carrying a storm in its belly from somewhere out at sea.
Divorce is good for children.” She stood up and began clearing away a few lingering dinner forks. “Unhappy people are always more interesting.”
“I remember exactly where I was standing. Which, oddly, was on this beach. I even remember what I was wearing. I remember what you were wearing. I felt as though my body had suddenly been hollowed out—the way your stomach drops on a roller coaster.” “You were wearing jeans,” Jonas says softly. “The cuffs were wet.”
High above the tallest dune, a star appears in the sky, faint at first, then gaining strength until it becomes a brilliant jewel. And yet I know it is death I am seeing. The flickering out. The silent gasp. The sputtering beauty. A desperate flame—massive, transcendent—fighting for its last breath.
I wonder if he would love me if he could see inside my head—the pettiness, the dirty linen of my thoughts, the terrible things I have done.
