Christmas morning, I’m sipping coffee in front of my fireplace when my phone buzzes. It’s an Instagram notification — Tessa tagged me in a photo captioned “Christmas morning with the whole fam. So…
The first voicemail was from my mother, her voice dripping with that fake sweetness I knew too well. “Riley, honey, I think there’s been a huge misunderstanding. We thought you weren’t coming. And Tessa said it’d be fine to use the cabin. You never said you were using it, and it’s not like we trashed … Read more