“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

explain everything himself.”

I stared at her.

“That was a terrible plan.”

“It really was.”

“You should’ve called us.”

“I know.”

“You were responsible for Mia.”

Her eyes filled.

“I know. But I swear I never stopped watching her. I shouldn’t have allowed the party, but I didn’t ignore Mia.”

“I saw that.”

Then I handed Chloe the babysitting money we owed her.

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