Chapter 75

Jacob POV

When I start the car, a love song from the sixties blasts through the speakers. The guy croons on and on about regret and turning back the hands of time. I can’t even laugh at the irony of it. The words hit like a punch in the gut. I turn off the radio and drive in silence all the way to the Hamptons.

I used to love taking this road when I was a kid, especially when it was Spring Break. Either we were going to spend the break at my grandmother’s home or with the Mellons. I preferred the latter, knowing that we’d spend hours playing outside in the scrub land, searching for buried treasure or protecting our land from intruders while in the lookout tower.

I have so many fond memories of that place. I try to think now why I ever stopped going there after the Jocasta incident. Was being around Thaddeus and Ophelia too overwhelming for me? I was so young, I can’t remember not wanting to be there.

Maybe the decision was my father’s. I suspect he felt partly responsible for the a