My Parents Sold My Inherited Lake House While I Was Deployed and Gave the Money to My Sister

boards, the lake behind it flat and silver in the November light.

I remembered the summer I was twelve, sitting at the end of that dock with my grandmother while she read with her feet in the water, and asking her why she loved the lake so much.

Because water always finds its way, she said, not even looking up from her page. You can block it. You can continue reading …