The rain hammered against the windshield of my SUV as I turned into the gravel driveway of my sister’s lakeside estate in Vermont. My six-year-old daughter, Lily, had finally fallen asleep in the backseat after seven exhausting hours on the road from New Jersey. Beside me, my husband, David, exhaled in relief.
We were here for the annual family reunion, a tradition my sister, Chloe, had insisted on hosting this year. I had even sent her $3,000 two months earlier to help cover catering and the upscale rental for the neighboring cabin where the extended family was supposed to stay.
As we stepped onto the porch, the front door swung open. Chloe stood there in a silk cocktail gown, holding a glass of pricey Napa Cabernet.
She didn’t offer a hug. Instead, she blocked the doorway. “What are you doing here, Maya?” she asked, her tone as cold as the mountain air.
“What do you mean?” I laughed nervously, gesturing at our suitcases.
“The reunion? We’ve talked about this every week for a month.”
Chloe tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.
This is an exclusive gathering for the ‘inner circle’ this year. Our parents are here, and the cousins, but… I don’t recall sending you an official invitation. You weren’t invited, Maya.
And frankly, we don’t have the space. You should probably find a motel in town.”
Behind her, I saw our mother pass by with a tray of appetizers. She met my eyes for a second, then quickly looked away, retreating into the warmth of the house.
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