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

“The van keys are gone.”

“Call Lucas,” Helen said.

His name sat at the top of my recent calls.

I pressed it and listened to it ring.

The third ring cut off.

“Margaret.” Gemma’s voice, bright and close, with highway hum behind it.

“Where is Lucas?”

“Driving.