The Yacht Trip, The Memorial, And The Gift They Never Expected

a hand to shield my face.

The deck was empty.

Completely, impossibly empty.

No lounge chairs occupied by long, tanned limbs and designer sunglasses. No half-finished cocktails sweating on side tables, no silk cover-ups draped artfully over railings. Just the wind, the water, and a scattering of abandoned details that told a story I didn’t want to read:continue reading …