Right then the phones start jarring around again in the box, and they all jump.
“Shit,” Spencer says. “What if that’s Hope?”
“I know,” Caro says. “Let’s go.”
27
POSTCARDS WRITTEN AT THE SONNET RESORT
Hi Wade,
Thanks again for taking care of things at home so that I could come on this trip. I’ve been thinking a lot and
I’m sorry
I wish
I miss
Is there any way we can get back to where we were?
Or somewhere new?
I’d like to try.
xx
Ash
Hey Dad,
I was thinking about the Devil’s Backbone Drive and how you and I used to go eat at the grill in Story after. I remembered how theyserved everything on mismatched china and had fresh rainbow trout on the menu. Do you? Should we try to go there again?
I love you.
Caro
Dan,
I miss you. I’ve been thinking about you, us, all of it. I’m sorry I’ve been wanting more for too long. I know I’ve almost broken us, and I’m sorry. I’m the luckiest to have you.
Caro
Hi there.
I know a postcard might not be the best way to let you know this, but I wanted to say it before I lost my nerve.
It’s time to call the game.
I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done and for everything we’ve been through together.
But it’s time for me to say this, if not out loud, then at least in writing:
It’s over.
Caro
Hey,
