“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

rules.”

“You did.”

“I know Chloe shouldn’t have allowed it.”

“Yes.”

“I promised her I’d clean everything.”

“We saw.”

Then his voice became quieter.

“Eli leaves Monday.”

“I know.”

“His mom is still sick. They’re going to stay with his aunt overseas. He’s probably not coming back.”

His eyes filled.

“He’s been here since we were eight.”

I sat beside him.

Noah quickly continue reading …