Part1: $2,500 Flight Fight: Mom Used My Card Without Asking
Part 1 “The flight is twenty-five hundred each,” my mother said, swirling her wine like she was auditioning for a reality show. “Business class. Qatar. Real luxury.” We were wedged into a leather booth at a downtown steakhouse that smelled like truffle butter and expensive cologne. My father sat upright, shoulders squared, scanning…
