Amanda’s wedding evite stayed in Tara’s trash folder for a day or two, but it was never far from her thoughts. She checked it once, telling herself she wasn’t going but she was curious to know when it would be. The only reason Amanda had sent it was to solicit a gift from her; that much was obvious. Tara knew Amanda didn’t really expect her to show up.
But the address listed was in Wildwood—not the same house her family had lived when Tara used to visit them years earlier, but on the island, all the same. The wedding itself was scheduled for some time near the end of August. Tara double-checked her calendar, and saw it was the same weekend she was slated to have off from work. She’d been with J.T. Lansten long enough that she had first pick of the vacation calendar, and enough time coming
