After a brutal night shift, I found out my parents had planned a weekend at my lake house with 20 guests, without asking me.

after his sports bar failed, they called me cold.

But now I had embarrassed them.

A deputy stepped out of the cruiser. Tall, calm, sunglasses on. I recognized him from the email signature: Deputy Aaron Miles.

He looked at the crowd, then at my father. “Morning. Who’s in charge here?”

Dad straightened his shoulders. “I’m her father.”

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