“We’re Demolishing Your Beach House,” My Dad Said—Then the Development Board Shut It Down

was a houseguest. Like I’d been squatting on family charity.

Derek snorted. “She thinks she’s being dramatic. Like, sorry Maya, but you don’t get to cling to a crumbling shack because you’re sentimental.” He leaned closer, voice lower, meant only for me. “You know, if you’d gotten a real job instead of playing around with your little consulting thing,continue reading …