weakly. “Tired. Frustrated. Kinda wishing I were in Portugal.”
I blinked. “You knew I was in Portugal?”
“Mom, your Instagram gave you away,” he said.
I sat up. “My what?”
“I know you don’t post much,” he said quickly, “but you followed that travel blogger and liked three Lisbon pictures in a row. Melissa said, ‘Watch, your mom’s booking a trip there,’ continue reading …
