She Tried To Dump Four Kids At His Airport Apartment At Midnight

“We didn’t go to Bora Bora, Mark. Because of you.”

I stared at her, genuinely thrown. “Because of me? You had the plane tickets. You had a hotel booked.”

“We missed the flight,” she shouted, her voice bouncing off the hallway walls. “By the time we got all four kids back into the van, drove back to Mom’s house, dropped off the suitcases, and tried to continue reading …