“Let’s go home.”

He let me steer him toward the doors.

Outside, the rain had stopped, and the afternoon had that scrubbed brightness the Northwest gets after a storm, and we stood in it for a moment, breathing.

The account he’d lost, I already knew, I could help him claw back — the wire was documented, the fraud was on record, and getting my father made whole was the only bill from that day I intended to pay.

But that was tomorrow’s work.