“The musicians have gone.”

“We made a playlist as a backup.”

Martin followed her gaze. Something passed across his face. “The sound system can stay at no charge. White Oak Manor will cover it.”

“Thank you.”

He glanced at Eli’s used plate. “And I did not see Mr. Bennett sitting down.” Eli raised his eyebrows. Martin walked away, then stopped. Without turning around, he said, “My daughter is twenty-one.

If anyone ever does to her what was done to you tonight, I hope she has half your courage.”