“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

”

“I’m sorry.”

She closed her eyes for a second.

Then she said:

“Go upstairs.”

“What?”

“Go. I’ll handle it.”

Noah ran upstairs.

Chloe sat down in the armchair.

Placed her phone facedown.

And waited.

Then Mark and I walked in.

I watched myself confront her again.

“What happened?”

And Chloe lied.

“It was like this when you left.”

I closed the app.

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