My Nephew Threw My Purse in the Pool—By Morning, My Brother’s Car Was Gone

told my parents they were welcome to visit us separately. My mother said she’d “think about it.” My father said nothing.

When my next birthday rolled around, Hannah and I didn’t plan a dinner. We booked a cabin in the mountains instead—two hours from home, tucked among pines and snow patches.

“Can I make the playlist?” Hannah asked.

“Of course.”

We drove continue reading …