There was a scuffling silence, and then the truth came out, because it had to.

Between the three of them — my husband, his mother, his sister — they had less than six hundred dollars in cash.

They had assumed the deposit covered everything, and that Jason’s card, my card, would handle the rest.

Evelyn had not brought a dime.

Neither had Chloe.

They had flown to Mexico to spend my money and had brought almost none of their own, because in their world my money was the money, the ambient resource, the air.