When Tess joins her husband’s family vacation, she’s handed a chore chart instead of a cocktail. But as the waves crash outside, she makes a quiet escape that no one sees coming. This is a story about knowing your worth, rewriting the rules, and choosing yourself. One mimosa at a time.
I should’ve known something was off the second Diane handed me the laminated sheet.
We had barely stepped through the door of the beach house, salt still clinging to our skin from the walk up the dunes, when she patted my arm.
“Tess, honey, I made this to keep things running smoothly.”
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