I threw my bag down on the floor and flopped onto the bed. After being in the car with my mom, her new husband Tom, and my step-sister Becca for four hours, it felt good to be in the hotel room in Ocean City. We were there for Becca’s eighteenth birthday. It was already dark outside, and raining. The room was beige with maroon details, real typical of a hotel. Nothing fancy, we couldn’t afford it. We also couldn’t afford...