Three Days Before Our Trip My Mom Took My Card and Said We Were Not Going

“Go back to your room for a minute, sweetheart.” Mason looked at Elena. She gave a small nod, though her stomach had already dropped to the floor. Once he was out of earshot, Patricia lifted the card.

“We decided you won’t be coming.”

Elena let out a short laugh, the words too absurd to feel real. “What?”

Patricia’s tone sharpened. “Your sister’s kids continue reading …