San Diego was pushing ninety-five degrees, the sun beating down on the private stretch of La Jolla sand like a personal vendetta

San Diego was pushing ninety-five degrees, the sun beating down on the private stretch of La Jolla sand like a personal vendetta. I stood near the edge of the shade, my collar buttoned to the chin and sleeves pulled tight, trapping the sweltering heat against my skin. My family was celebrating my sister Jessica’s engagement, a display of wealth and performative perfection that made me feel like a ghost at my own funeral, until she decided to expose my secret… Continue reading…