I found out I wasn’t invited to my sister’s wedding on a Tuesday afternoon with a lukewarm coffee in one hand and a spreadsheet full of freight costs open on my second monitor. My mother called with the voice she uses for bad news that she’d rather deliver like weather. “Samantha, honey, we need to talk about Jessica’s wedding.” I told her I’d already requested time off. Three weeks. Maui. Mint dress. The whole thing. “That’s the thing,” she said, and the silence between sentences stretched long