I arranged several photographs along the porch railing. A dinner at the marina steakhouse. A shopping trip downtown. A luxury hotel lobby, during a weekend she’d claimed they were cutting expenses.

None of it was shocking on its own — just costly decisions set beside debts they could no longer afford.

Trent moved closer. “Rebecca, you told me you were meeting with buyers.”

“I was networking,” she snapped.

“For a business that’s bleeding?” I asked.

Gerald lowered his portfolio. Diane stopped photographing. Dale stared at the ground.