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Stella took the locket and held it like an oracle. “We buried what we were ashamed of,” she said. “That doesn’t mean we get to keep it buried because we’re comfortable. The history will be messy. We can either sweep it into neatness or let it teach us. I vote teach.”

“What did she bury?” Marina asked.

Her hands, which were not prone to superstition, felt like someone else’s. She found a crowbar in the boathouse and began to dig, the earth as stubborn as a story ready to avoid telling. The work was longer than she expected; sand wants to fall into holes you make. Finn came to help without asking. They worked in a rhythm that made sense: pry, lever, push, cough from the spray. private island 2013 link