No one came to my son’s surgery. Three days later, my mom texted me demanding $5,000 for my sister’s wedding dress.

Elaine cried when Caleb slowly walked into the living room. Mark turned away and pretended to inspect the thermostat.

That evening, after Caleb fell asleep on the couch between them, Elaine sat with me at the kitchen table.

“I’m sorry we weren’t here for the surgery,” she said. “The storm grounded flights. We should have started driving.”

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