Annabelle and Lee
My grandparents had a beach house tucked in a cove on the shore, and I spent every summer until college there. Some of my best childhood memories were from my time at Heathrow Beach. Mostly because I was head over heels in love with my neighbor Lee Thompson.
He was adventurous.
He was brave.
He was twelve.
But my eleven-year-old heart knew he’d be the one I’d end up marrying.
Lee was my first kiss, my first love, my first everything.
But the summer before my senior year in high school, Lee never showed up. In fact, I didn’t hear from him again.
Almost twenty years later, I found myself back at Heathrow Beach looking for answers.
And finding more than I bargained for.