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

“Thomas,” I said.

He climbed down and got into the car without another word.

The engine turned over.

The cargo box sat up there like a black suitcase on the roof.

I stood in the driveway until he backed out and his taillights went down the street.

At two Lucas found me in the hallway with a basket of towels.

He had his phone in his hand and his coat still on.

“Mom,” he said.