My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

paper. In one photo from 2004, my face was reflected in the dark window behind everyone else.

That was my family album.

I went upstairs to the bedroom at the end of the hall where I had left my overnight bag. Two twin beds. White quilts. Window facing the water. The air smelled faintly of cedar and old sunscreen. I had not unpacked, which suddenly felt continue reading …