My Parents Went to Aspen for Christmas Without Me—So I Rehomed the Dog and Kept the Paperwork

golden child and more like an actual adult facing actual consequences.

“Patricia gave me your address,” he said. “I hope that’s okay.”

I let him in, and he spent several minutes looking around at my space—the sunlight streaming through windows, the herbs growing on the balcony, Molly sleeping peacefully in her favorite spot.

“This is really nice,” he continue reading …