At 5:03 A.M., My Daughter-in-Law Came With Movers to Empty My Apartment, and I Calmly Said, “Let Her In”
The phone vibrated against the nightstand at exactly 5:03 a.m., a sharp insistence in the hush of predawn that felt almost surgical. For a second I lay still, listening, as if the sound might explain itself if I waited long enough. Outside my beach house, the ocean worked the shoreline with steady patience. Waves folded…