The wedding was supposed to be the end of the story. Belly chose Jeremiah, and Conrad—heartbroken but silent for too long—watched the love of his life marry his brother. A quiet war followed. Words were said. Some weren’t. And by the end of summer, none of them were speaking.

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The house on Cousins Beach had always been a summer thing. But December had stripped it down to its bones—salt-washed siding, windows dark and shuttered, the ocean a distant, restless gray. The driveway was gravel and ice, crunching under your boots.

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