“No,” I said. “She’s mad because she forgot you matter.”
Ava quietly crossed flamingos off her list.
That nearly broke me.
When Vanessa called from the airport, her voice was sharp and panicked.
“Alan, what did you do?”
“The tickets were canceled,” I said. “So were the rooms.”
“You’re punishing everyone because two kids aren’t going?”
Two kids.
Not Ethan. Not Ava. Just two inconvenient names removed from a vacation.
“You’re at the airport with your sister, her husband, my brother, and your parents,” I said. “You’re all adults. Buy your own tickets. Book your own resort. Enjoy the fun people.”
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