For years, I thought my husband’s family had decided my children and I didn’t belong. I swallowed every excuse because I wanted peace more than answers. Then one beach photo made my daughter ask the question I had been avoiding, and my mother-in-law finally told me the truth.
The first summer Nathan left us behind, our daughter Sophie was four. She slept with a pink plastic beach shovel because he had promised she could use it “next time.”
There was never a next time.
By the eleventh summer, Sophie was fifteen and had learned not to ask with hope in her voice.
She stood in the hallway while Nathan folded linen shirts into his suitcase. Caleb, our eleven-year-old son, stood beside me with his hands in his pockets, already bracing for the answer.
There was never a next time.
“Is Ava going?” Sophie asked.
Nathan’s hands paused.
Ava was his daughter from his first marriage. I knew about her. I knew about Aurora too, his ex-wife.
Nathan had always told me things with Aurora were tense, and I had been young enough to believe him. Nathan handled every call, visit, and message between us, saying it kept things simple.
“I don’t know,” Nathan said, placing another shirt in his suitcase.
“Is Ava going?”
I frowned. “You don’t know if your own daughter is going?”
He sighed. “Aurora and I barely talk unless it’s about old family logistics, Claire.”
Caleb looked up. “Will we ever get to go?”
Nathan gave him the soft smile he used when he wanted a conversation to end.
“This is just how my family does vacations, buddy.”
“We are your family, Nathan,” I said.
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