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He encouraged Gerald to approach Nathan for loans. He suggested Patricia begin documenting examples of my supposed instability. One message made me physically ill. IF NATHAN GOES FIRST, FAY WILL …

THE FINAL EXHIBITION On the tenth anniversary of Nathan’s death, the center opened an exhibition called SOMETHING THAT HELD. It contained architectural drawings, restored objects, and recorded stories from people …

“So I would know I could return.” “Did you?” “Not until after June died.” “Was the light still on?” “Yes.” Her voice broke. “Even though nobody was inside.” STUDIO NINE …

The lock it once opened had been replaced years earlier. The key no longer controlled anything. That felt right. Its purpose had never been to keep a door closed. Its …

“Was that true?” “No.” “What did you say?” “That his best left scars.” “Then what?” “He cried.” “Did you forgive him?” “No.” “Do you want to?” “I don’t know.” Elise …

I read the name three times. Richard Bennett — $100,000. My younger brother. The boy who used to follow me to school even when I begged him not to. The …

I held the photograph so tightly that its edge bent beneath my thumb. Walter. Margaret. Thomas. Together. Six months before Walter died. And on the back, in the handwriting I …

I stared at Margaret’s name on Susan’s phone. Emergency Contact: Margaret Bennett. My sister-in-law had known Daniel existed. Walter had known. My father had apparently known. Maybe my mother had …