Jessica lowered her eyes to the envelope in her hand and did her best to look innocent, but she was glowing. My father finally lifted his head just long enough to see whether I would make a scene.
I did not.
I smiled.
Not because it was funny. Not because it didn’t hurt. I smiled because suddenly everything made a terrible kind of sense. The group chats I had not been added to. The “accidental” scheduling changes that always left me driving in circles on holidays. The birthdays they forgot and the emergencies they never forgot to mention. The way my help had always been essential until the minute they wanted to feel superior.
I set the bottle of wine on the counter.
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