“Bro, you coming this weekend or what? We were able to book the cabin, it’s going to be great!” said the first text. Followed by another two that read, “Don’t say work again.” and “Just call in sick, you need this.”
Andrew stared at the screen a few seconds longer than he should’ve, then turned it face-down on the counter. He imagined snow on pine trees, the scent of firewood, laughter that echoed off the walls. But even that daydream came with a price tag.