The Golden Child Was My Poison

Summary

On the morning of our big family vacation, I woke up early only to find the house completely, eerily quiet.

Confused, I unlocked my phone. A text from my sister, Ida, had just popped up in the family group chat.

"Shoot, I completely forgot to text this thread that we moved the departure time up!"

A second later, the message was recalled.

I stared blankly at the empty screen, a sudden, sharp sting prickling the backs of my eyes.

They had another group chat. One that didn't include me.

While I was still trying to process the hollow ache in my chest, my phone rang. It was Mom.