My Mother Announced That All 13 Relatives Were Coming to Stay at Our Beach House for Two Weeks, Even After My Wife Said Our Daughter Was Sick.

She entered the old keypad code.

The lock flashed red.

She entered it again.

Red.

My father, Richard, hammered on the door. “Daniel!”

I opened it from inside, wearing jeans and a calm expression. Behind me, the house looked almost empty. No guest towels arranged on beds. No refrigerator filled with food. No freshly cleaned rooms prepared for visitors.

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