My mother called me on December 23rd while I stood in the frozen-food aisle at Kroger, holding a bag of peas and debating whether I could afford an actual dessert for Christmas Eve. “Don’t make a huge thing out of Christmas this year, Emily,” she said. “Your father’s exhausted.
We’re keeping it tiny. Just me, him, your brother, and Aunt Carol. Close family only.”
Close family.
I swallowed every response trying to rise up my throat.
I had covered my parents’ electric bill twice that fall. I had put my father’s truck insurance on my credit card during one of his “temporary setbacks.” I had even let my younger brother Mason stay on my streaming services and phone plan because he claimed he was between jobs.
So I bought a small ham, a cheap bottle of wine, and a pie I ended up eating alone in my apartment on Christmas night while old movies played quietly enough for me to hear the radiator clanking beside the wall.
The next morning, I woke up to a tag notification.
My cousin Jessica had posted photos from my parents’ house.
Not four people.
Thirty-eight.
Folding tables stretched through the living room. There were catered trays, balloons, matching Christmas sweaters, children tearing open presents beneath the tree I had helped my mother decorate the weekend before.
Mason stood grinning with a beer in his hand. My father carved prime rib at the kitchen counter.
And then I saw him.
Ryan.
My ex-fiancé.
Standing beside my mother in the navy sweater I bought him two Christmases earlier.
The caption read: “Nothing better than real family at Christmas.”
I stared at the screen until my hands felt numb.
Then my phone buzzed.
A text from Mason: “Hey, Netflix isn’t working.”
One minute later: “Also my phone says payment issue?”
My parents’ utility account was still attached to my email because I had set it up during one of their emergencies. Their autopay was linked to my debit card.
Mason’s phone line sat under my account. So did half their internet package they supposedly “forgot” to switch over.
I opened each app slowly.
Electricity: removed my payment method.
Internet: changed the password.
Phone plan: suspended Mason’s line.
Streaming accounts: logged every device out.
Then I took screenshots of every unpaid balance, every request for money, every message promising they would “pay me back soon.”
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