My Parents Took the $22,000 Hawaii Trip I Paid For

a glass of white wine, wearing a sweater that looked casual in the way expensive things pretend to be casual.

Paul sat near the television, scrolling on his phone.

Tyler was helping Brooke set out rolls.

My father sat at the dining table like a judge waiting for a defendant.

My mother rushed toward me with open arms.

“Oh, Claire,” she said. “Thank God.”

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