“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

Mark stared at the screen.

“No way.”

I suddenly understood.

“A silent disco.”

That was exactly what Noah had organized.

No speakers.

No sound system.

No music blasting through the neighborhood.

He had sent everyone a playlist link.

They danced using headphones.

Which meant the neighbors really had heard nothing.

The teenagers weren’t even listening in sync.

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