My Brother Canceled My Birthday Invite — And Booked My Private Island

“That’s not fair.”

“Fair,” I repeated, letting the word sit between us like an unpaid bill. “Okay.”

“Look,” he said, shifting tactics the way Marcus did, the way men in my family always did when emotions made them uncomfortable. “Tell us what you want. Money? An apology? An invitation? We’ll fix it.”

Fix it.

As if I was a malfunctioning appliance requiring continue reading …