Family holidays are where toxicity likes to dress formally and call itself tradition. Two years before the voicemails, before the investigation, before Seattle truly became home, Sydney and Trent hosted Thanksgiving at their sprawling suburban mansion in Miami. White columns. Gated entry. Blue pool glinting in the back like money made liquid. My mother was … Continue reading After my mother left 63 voicemails ordering me to fly 3,300 miles back to Miami and babysit my sister’s kids so she and her white “real estate mogul” husband could pose in the Maldives – Part 2