of Pattersons.
Golf.
Spa treatments.
A sunset cruise.
One formal dinner on Saturday night where Grandma would wear the pearls Grandpa gave her in 1964.
I had not been in the family group chat for most of the planning because I had asked too many questions about costs. So I booked my own room.
Same hotel.
Different confirmation number.
Honestly, I preferred it that way.
Derek stood by the entrance with his wife, Brittany, unloading matching designer luggage from their Range Rover. He looked at my black rolling suitcase, then
