Chapter 1: The $65 Dinner
“Your children can eat when they get home,” my mother said, handing my sister’s daughters their dessert menus while my ten-year-old sat beside me with an empty plate.
She delivered the words as casually as someone asking for more water.
Then my brother-in-law laughed.
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“Guess you should’ve fed them earlier.””
I looked at my daughters. Emma stared at the tablecloth, pressing her lips together. Eight-year-old Riley slid her small hand into