like someone trying to rewrite what had happened.
I decided I needed to find Tessa.
The lounge receipt named the resort, and the beach wristband displayed a small printed event title: “Coastal Wellness Weekend.”
I searched social media for photographs from the event.
There were hundreds.
Yoga classes. Sunset dinners. Couples drinking from coconuts. People posing beside a seashell-covered sign.
After nearly two hours, I found Grant.
He stood beside a woman with auburn hair wearing a yellow sundress. His arm was wrapped around her waist.
The caption read, “Best
