When Tara was younger, her Uncle Johnny had a place on East 25th Avenue—technically in North Wildwood, a short, three-block walk from the boardwalk and beach. But Aunt Marlene had moved at some point after Johnny’s heart attack, and now lived in the city proper. She had given Tara the address over the phone because it wasn’t included on Amanda’s evite—further proof Amanda didn’t intend for anyone to actually come to the wedding, Tara thought; her cousin wanted gifts and money and nothing else.
It wasn’t until Tara had typed the address into Google to search for directions that she realized she may have misheard her aunt. She thought Marlene had said East Spicer Avenue, but before the map even loaded, she was asked, Did you mean East Spencer Avenue?
Her heart had skipped a beat. She didn’
