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

“You haven’t signed it,” I said.

“We wanted you to see it first.” Gemma straightened the salt shaker.

“It’s your money.”

Lucas said, “Look, we can handle the signing if it’s easier.” His hand was still on his neck.

“No.” I found a pen in the sideboard drawer.

“I’ll sign it.

I’ll be the one on it.”

Gemma put her palm flat on the paper before I got the cap off.