Chapter 9
One year later, I dream about her differently.
Not the hospital. Not the storage unit. Not the funeral.
I dream about Montauk.
I'm eight years old. Mom and I are sitting on the beach watching the sunrise. She's bought me hot chocolate even though it's summer. She's smiling.
She says: "Remember, ...
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