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Oliver
Oliver was sick to his stomach. It wasn’t from the bumper-to-bumper traffic that he’d sat through on Route 27, the main road in and out of the Hamptons. Soon he’d be arriving at his parents’ home to celebrate his birthday, and the sour dread was inescapable. He had planned on staying just for lunch. That was about as much as he could endure.
Pulling up to the driveway, he passed a mailbox with THE WRIGHT FAMILY stamped in gold leaf. He had to give it a second glance to make sure he wasn’t at the wrong house. Even after living with that surname for the last five years, it still looked foreign to him, especially here, at a home where he had once been an Agos.
The house was a shadow of its former self. The outside had mostly stayed the same, but the interior was gutted. The two V
