Flights Are $1,450 Each,” My Mom Said. 

No return address. My name written in my mother’s handwriting.

I opened it in the break room. Inside was a single photo — the whole family on the Santorini cliffside, blue domes behind them, everyone smiling. Reagan’s friend was in my spot.

On the back, in my mom’s careful cursive, it said:

“We went anyway. Paid cash. You were missed — but not needed.continue reading …