FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER
And had no idea what she was trusting her with.
The bonfire was Lily's idea, like most good things were.
By nine o'clock, they had a proper blaze going — driftwood stacked in the stone pit at the bottom of the beach stairs, flames eating up into the dark sky, sparks lifting and dying before they reached the stars. Jake had found an old Bluetooth speaker in the garage. Lily had found the marshmallows.
The night was warm and salted and loose in the way that beach nights always were, like the ocean air had quietly dissolved the edges of everything.