This short story explores the paradox of time-its simultaneous abundance and scarcity-and how this duality impacts each person in a uniquely subjective way.
For five years we knew they were dead. We were only half right. One came back alone and had changed. We all changed but somehow he had become more secretive and protective, he was not the same as when he left. It was as if the waves of the ocean had given him new directions.
The rest of us? We moved on. Or we tried. Mom remarried. My sister distanced herself. I disappeared.