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

the corners where I’d cried myself to sleep more nights than I could count.

“Goodbye,” I whispered to the empty room. “I’m never coming back here.”

My phone buzzed with a text from Tyler, sent from some luxury ski slope in Aspen: “This place is insane. You’d hate it anyway—too cold and too many people. LOL.”

He had attached a photo of the four of them continue reading …