Silence.
Her lips parted like she wanted to come up with an excuse, but nothing came out.
“How did you get this?” she finally whispered.
“You accidentally sent it to the wrong email,” I said. “You must have typed my address instead of Melissa’s at some point. It landed in my spam folder. I didn’t even see it until a few days ago.”
Dad crossed his arms.
“You went snooping.”
I laughed, humorless.
“You’re seriously trying to twist this into me being the problem again.”
Tyler leaned forward, squinting at the page.
“Wait, is this real?”
Mom didn’t answer.
Melissa did, her voice sharp.
“You’re making it sound like some evil plot. It was just Mom trying to make Christmas nice for everyone.”
“Everyone,” I said, “or just your kids?”
She shot back instantly.
“Oh, give it a rest, Felix. You’ve always been jealous of me.”
