I flipped through the itinerary—four tickets. Mike Reid, Nico Reid, Sasha Lopez, Maureen Diaz, Micah Diaz. Not a single mention of me.
Nico’s hand grabbed the papers from my lap. “What the hell are you doing? This isn’t yours.”
“It was addressed to me,” I said, my voice thin but calm.
“Oh, right, sorry.” Sasha appeared behind him, pressing a finger to her lips as if this was all a silly misunderstanding. “I put your name down to receive it. I’m never home, so it made sense.” She laughed softly, eyes sliding over me like I was gum on her shoe.
I swallowed. “Can I come with you?”
Mike barked out a sharp laugh. “And why the hell would you come to Disneyland?”
“Because… you’re all going. I thought… maybe—”
Nico cut in. “It’s for business. You wouldn’t know what to do there.”
“Because you never let me,” I said, and the words slipped out like poison from an old wound. “You made me leave everything behind. I had my own life—my own passion—”
Mike’s eyes glinted with that same cold rage. “Are you blaming me now? You chose this life when you married me. You knew what you were giving up.”