Everyone blinked.
“Okay?” Mom repeated.
“I’ll leave.”
Relief moved across their faces so quickly it almost made me dizzy.
“Oh, honey,” Mom said. “That’s the mature choice. Come back Saturday for the dinner. No pressure. No stress.”
“Sure.”
I put my suitcase back into the Subaru, got behind the wheel, and drove out of the circular driveway.
In the rearview mirror, they were already walking inside together.
Laughing about something.
Like removing me had fixed the vacation.
I drove one mile down the road to a coffee shop in town.
