Twenty-Three
Would You Like to Play a Game?
The afternoon and evening with Jacinta was equal parts heartbreaking and wonderful. After she disappeared into the trees, back to her mystery bunker, I resisted the urge to walk over to Finan’s. His lights were on, and the low bass of his music danced across the space between our cabins. But I didn’t know if he was alone. It’s none of my business if he’s entertaining someone, clothed or otherwise.
Monday morning, I woke up not feeling great, my heart and head encumbered with the weight of Jacinta’s stories and the real tragedy of my mother’s too-short life. It’s why I’ve spent so many years not thinking about it. Doing whatever I could to not think about it. Having Jacinta on Thalia Island, watching her come alive as she relives their time tog
