Grandma looked straight at him and asked, “Did you ever book a ticket for me?”
He hesitated.
Then he said she was too old, the flight would be hard on her health, and she should stay home. They would take her somewhere closer “next time.”
That was when I understood everything.
They had used her money to pay for their dream vacation, but they had never planned to take her.
I turned to Aunt Paula, waiting for her to object. She looked away. Uncle Leon stared at his phone. Nobody defended Grandma.
I was furious.
“She paid for this trip,” I said. “How can you leave her here?”
My mother told me to calm down, saying it was “adult business.”
But it wasn’t adult business. It was cruelty.
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