“He always loved this stretch of coast.

It was the last place he came with your mother, before the indictment, before all of it.

The last place the three of you were together, if you count the one of you who wasn’t born yet.” I looked back out at the waves.

“He told me he wanted to feel the sand one last time,” I said.

“I thought I was checking a box off a dying man’s list.

But that isn’t what he was doing at all, was it.