Chapter Thirty-Nine LAUREL Seven Months Later Out here in Oyster’s Edge, you can hear the surf at any hour, the squawk of seagulls swooping down on the beach, pecking meat from the crab shells that wash ashore. You smell the salt water and the rotting algae and feel the grit of...

Although I didn’t realize it, Tricia, too, was hospitalized at Sibley while I recuperated from my infection. She’d overdosed on Valium and, upon learning her husband died, was thought to be at risk of suicide. She was the woman I would have become if not for Anne Elise’s gummy...

Chapter Forty LAUREL Another Month Later I’m a helicopter parent, a one-woman safety patrol scooching after Anne Elise as she crawls on the narrow kitchen’s linoleum floor in Belinda’s trailer park home. A week ago, Anne Elise was immobile. Now, on her belly, pulling herself...