I did not sleep.

I drove, that same night, straight out to the luxury senior living community where my father was supposedly living out his comfortable retirement.

I made them wake the night administrator.

I made her pull his file while I stood over her shoulder.

And there it was: Arthur Vance had indeed been a resident of that facility.

For exactly forty-eight hours.

Maya and Ryan had purchased a two-day assessment pass — the kind the facility offered to families deciding whether to enroll.