At the airport, just before our Hawaii trip, my sister sla.p.ped me in front of every passenger. My parents instantly took her side she’s always been their favorite. What they didn’t realize was that I had
I opened the booking application, the very one I had used months ago to meticulously plan every detail of this ill-fated family vacation. My thumb hovered over the screen for a moment, then moved with a grim determination. One by one, I tapped each reservation: the flights, the luxurious hotel suite, the private island tours, the…
