Cora

I walked until my feet hurt. Geneva Key wasn’t huge, yet by the time I’d made it from the diner to the edge of the island, I felt like I’d climbed Mt. Everest in sandals. She infuriated me; everything about her just rubbed me the wrong way. I should have figured she’d try to paint my dad out to be the villain when he wasn’t here to defend himself.

When I finally removed my sandals and started to make my way back to the Carpenters’ house—via the sand instead of the sidewalks—each step lessened the frustration I felt toward my grandmother and brought me a tad bit closer to understanding. She was my only option for answers. There was no one left who knew anything about my parents. I either gained what information I could from her, or when she passed away, it would be lost forever.