I did not drive home that night. I checked into a small hotel twenty minutes away, took a hot shower, and opened the vacation folder on my laptop. What Desmond’s family had never bothered to ask was who had actually arranged most of the trip. The beach house itself was already paid through checkout, so I left that alone. But the private chef, fishing charter, anniversary dinner, airport transfers, and several activities were reservations I had made and paid for personally.
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