I Won a Five-Star Island Vacation

clouds look like mashed potatoes.”

I laughed softly.

Ethan glanced over.

“Don’t smudge the glass, buddy.”

“He’s five,” I said.

“And this plane costs more than our house,” Ethan replied.

My house, I thought.

My plane.

My resort.

My silence.

By the time we landed in Maui, Sophie had spilled champagne on a blanket, Frank had criticized the lunch, and Ethan had continue reading …