I Returned For Thanksgiving To Find My Parents Gone—And My Father Waiting

it close to her face. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, her pupils dilated from alcohol.

“Jana, what is it now?” she slurred slightly. “We are trying to enjoy the captain’s dinner. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

“Elaine, stop drinking and listen to me,” I said, my voice shaking with a mixture of fury and desperation.

I angled my phone down so continue reading …