Sublime

At the Grimaldi she had been betrayed by the illusion of a rebirth. She had felt young in a way that she never had been, as the only daughter of old parents who lived like old people. Andrea couldn’t understand that she herself, pretending to be something else, believed she was that; she wanted to experience an age that her parents, because of

denouement.

It seems my passion for Aidan has been like a flare going off, full of colour and light, but falling from the sky and coming to nothing.

A months-old knot inside Marie-Laure begins to loosen.

hallowed

And so before the summer was over, we gave up. The kids were too busy indulging their new selves and quit playing make-believe out in the woods. And Gretchen and I were lost in our private worlds of self-disgust and conjugal disharmony. By Christmas we’d forgotten about the portal, and the clearing began to fill in. We did what people do: we heaved

Holly, as an adult,

paltry