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

Guest suite two, Chloe and Thomas, and the baby’s crib in the bunk room, where the pipes keep it warm.

Bunk room, the children, three sleeping bags on the floor.

Master, Lucas and Gemma.

Five lines.

My name was not on any of them.

“Douglas.

There’s no room on this list for me.”

“Now don’t go making a federal case out of it.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist.