At Thanksgiving, Mom m0cked me for still using public transport while my sister owned three cars. Dad called me “pathetic,” and everyone waited for me to react.

potential customers in the region.

Dad had spent years attending charity dinners, golf tournaments, and aviation conferences trying to land a significant contract with them.

He never had.

Vanessa entered the hallway behind him.

“You can’t just buy a company like that.”

“No,” I said. “It took eighteen months.”

Mom joined us.

“Rachel, why didn’t you tell us?”

I looked at her.

“Tell you when?”

Nobody replied.

The truth was, I had tried.

When I was twenty-six, I called Dad after landing my first commercial aviation contract.

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