My parents skipped the funeral of my husband and two children because it was my sister’s birthday. When I begged them to come, my father calmly said,

you don’t make this worse.”

And there it was.

The final thread snapped so quietly I almost missed it.

“I won’t be there,” I said.

Melissa laughed bitterly. “Good. Nobody wants that energy at my wedding.”

Aunt Ruth stepped forward. “Then everyone has what they want.”

My father opened his mouth, but Daniel spoke first.

“Leave now.”

They left.

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