“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

A sharp feeling of guilt hit me.

I had imagined her abandoned in the middle of some chaotic teenage party.

But she had been supervised.

Fed.

Included.

And apparently having a wonderful time.

Around ten-thirty, Mia curled up beneath a blanket on the couch and fell asleep.

Chloe checked on her every few minutes.

The party continued.

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