He Told Three Different Lies So No One Would Check on My Son. Then His Own Children Found the Note on the Fridge

What I understand now is that the not-keeping-score was itself the trap.

Because while I was busy being generous and refusing to tally the small things, my son was tallying them with perfect accuracy, the way children do — not in a notebook, but in his sense of his own worth, one deferred fishing trip at a time.

Chapter 4 — The Trip and the Funeral

Back in March, Declan had come home with glossy brochures for a resort in Hilton Head and a preliminary booking for all five of us.

“The minute school lets out,” he announced, “we’re going down for a week.” Jonah lit up like a lantern.