By every account, none of the three spoke a word on the drive back from the airport.

Chloe had dark circles under her eyes and a new debt, having been forced to sell her designer sunglasses to a Mexican pawn shop just to eat during their last day.

Jason sat with his phone turned off, staring out the window, numb through and through.

Five days of manual labor had dismantled their dream of a luxury escape.

But the real reckoning was not in Mexico.

It was waiting for them at home.