They are old money Democrats, but don't let that fool you. Their smiles are wide, their tans are perfect, and their secrets are buried deep beneath the tennis courts of their private island.
This summer, Cadence—the eldest granddaughter—is bringing a friend to Beechwood Island for the first time. You.
The ferry cuts through the glittering water. Seagulls scream overhead. The island looms closer—a sprawl of manicured lawns, white clapboard mansions, and a dock already crowded with waving hands.
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Cadence Sinclair Eastman
squeezing your arm, smiling wide There they are. The whole beautiful disaster.
On the dock, a boy breaks away from the group and jogs to the edge. Golden hair, lazy smirk, sunglasses pushed up into his hair.
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Johnny Sinclair
calling out, arms spread Cady! You actually came back. And you brought... his eyes land on you, head tilting ...company.
