Marcus kept his voice calm. “The card on file was removed, and the remaining balance is eleven thousand four hundred dollars,” he said. “The host has declined responsibility.” Mom’s face went white. “That must be a mistake. Natalie always pays.” Dad lifted the folder, and his hands shook as he read the total. Vanessa whispered, “Just use your card, Dad.” He did not answer her.

Meanwhile, I sat in my car across the street, watching through the window. My phone buzzed with Mom’s name, then Vanessa’s, then a message from Aunt Helen: “Come back inside. Now. There is something you need to see.” Before I could reply, a man in a gray suit walked into the restaurant carrying a large envelope, and I watched him ask the hostess for me by name.