The suitcases were already lined up beside the front door when my husband finally looked at me and said,

“There isn’t a ticket for you.”

For a few seconds, I honestly thought he was joking.

Then his mother, Lorraine, smiled from behind him.

“This trip is for family, Claire.”

I just stared at them.

For six weeks, Mark had been calling the Hawaii vacation our “family reset.”

I had rearranged client meetings.

Bought new swimsuits.

Scheduled a house sitter.

Paid the deposit on the villa because Mark claimed his card was “having problems.”

His sister, Dana, had even texted me pictures of outfits she planned to wear to the luau.

And now all four of them were standing in my foyer with packed luggage.

Without me.

I looked at Mark.