I Paid Twelve Thousand Five Hundred Dollars for a Family Trip, and They Planned It Without Me

Lucas came into the kitchen with a glass for water.

“Did you move this?” I asked.

He set the glass on the counter.

“Why would I move your checkbook?”

“I did not put it there.”

“Look, maybe Gemma was looking for a pen.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“She’s always losing pens.”

“Gemma has her own pens.”