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

Five airline tickets to Santorini. My parents’ names. My brother Spencer. His wife Reagan. And Reagan’s best friend.

My name was nowhere on the passenger list. But the card they’d used was mine.

Just a week earlier, I’d been sitting at my parents’ glossy cherrywood table while my mom folded her linen napkin like she was closing a file.

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