“You’re not invited to Christmas this year,” my dad sn3pped. “Fine,” I replied, quietly transferring the $8,000 holiday fund I sent him back into my account and canceling the chalet reservation in his name. By morning, I had 31 missed calls — and one message that made me laugh out loud. – Welcome

to Christmas this year.”

I stared at him.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

He calmly swirled the wine in his glass.

“We’re doing family only this year. Less drama. You can make your own plans.”

I almost laughed.

Family only?

I was his son.

Rachel smirked.

“Dad means it’ll be less stressful without you. Don’t make this into something dramatic.”

Then Mom gave me that familiar continue reading …