The Antalya Holiday
Antalya in August seemed designed to dissolve restraint: salt air, white stone terraces, all-inclusive cocktails, and heat that slowed every decision.
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Antalya in August seemed designed to dissolve restraint: salt air, white stone terraces, all-inclusive cocktails, and heat that slowed every decision.
We made the decision over dinner: no more elaborate scripts.
The storm knocked out half the power in our townhouse, sent water dripping from the air-conditioning vent, and jammed the patio door just as the wind began driving rain across the hardwood floor.
Our experiments changed once secrecy disappeared.At first I had watched from a hallway or pretended to sleep.
After Michael, Natalie and I stopped pretending that our curiosity had been accidental.
Morning light cut through the blinds with an honesty none of us was ready for.