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

“A guy thing.”

I set the basket down on the bench.

The winter coats were piling up again.

I took my phone out of my sweater pocket.

“I can forward it,” I said.

“Thanks.” He was already looking at his screen.

I opened the email from the resort.

The confirmation had my name at the top and the dates in bold.