She Said the Anniversary Was “Only for Family” — So I Stopped Paying and Flew to Paris Instead

name. Then I put the phone back in my pocket and kept walking.

It was nearly an hour before I called back, from my room with the window open, the sounds of the street coming in on the night air.

“Lissa,” my mother breathed when she answered, my name carrying the weight of relief and reproach in equal measure. “Where are you?”

“In Paris,” I said.

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