On the patio, her younger brother Ethan stood at the grill. He looked up, expression flat.
“This year’s only for real family,” he said lightly, as if commenting on the weather.
“Nobody was expecting you,” she said.
Buddy, the family’s golden retriever, wagged happily as he ate. The rest of the patio felt strangely still. Claire set the pie on the nearest table, turned around, and walked back to her rental car. No raised voice. No argument. Not even a question.
Just silence.
A Motel Room and a Moment of Clarity
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