The trip he’d promised in March.

Two days after I flew to Chicago for my mother’s funeral, my ticket had been canceled.

That made sense; I was obviously not going.

But Jonah’s ticket had been canceled at the very same time, in the very same transaction.

And then I found what he’d done with the money.

Using the refund from both canceled tickets — mine and my son’s — Declan had upgraded his hotel to a suite, booked first-class seats for himself and his two biological children, and paid for private boat charters off the South Carolina coast.

He had not overlooked Jonah in the rush of a hard week.