For several seconds, nobody spoke.
Bradley stood beside the transfer counter with his phone in his hand.
Amber looked at me as though she had never seen me before.
The representative remained behind her computer, waiting for someone to explain what was happening.
I kept my passport on the counter.
Bradley finally broke the silence.
"Mom, what exactly did you do?"
I looked at him.
"I removed my payment information."
His mouth opened slightly.
"From the reservation?"
"Yes."
Amber stepped forward.
"You can't be serious."
I turned toward her.
"I am."
She looked at Bradley, then back at me.
"Carol, this is ridiculous. We're in another country. You can't just cancel everything because somebody said something you didn't like."
I almost smiled.
Somebody.
That was how she described herself when her behavior became inconvenient.
"I didn't cancel the vacation because of one comment."
"Then what is this about?"
I looked at her carefully.
"Perhaps you should remember what you told me at the airport."
She folded her arms.
"I told you to stop making things difficult."
"No. You told me that you and Bradley had earned this trip and that I hadn't contributed anything."
Bradley looked down at the counter.
Amber's face tightened.
"That was an argument."
"It was a statement."
"We were stressed."
I nodded.
"That's what Bradley has been telling me for months."
The representative quietly interrupted.
"Ma'am, would you like me to check whether the reservation can be restored?"
Bradley immediately turned toward her.
"Yes. Please. We have all the confirmation details."
The representative began typing again.
I stepped slightly away from the counter.
I wasn't interested in making the employee uncomfortable.
She hadn't done anything wrong.
After a moment, she looked up.
"Unfortunately, I cannot restore the original booking from here. The payment authorization has been removed, and the reservation is no longer active."
Amber's voice became sharper.
"But we have a confirmation number."
"I understand."
"Then why can't you honor it?"
The representative explained that the confirmation did not mean the canceled reservation could automatically be reinstated.
She would need to check availability and payment arrangements.
Bradley rubbed his forehead.
"Mom, can you put the card back?"
I looked at him.
There it was.
Not an apology.
Not an acknowledgment.
Just another request for my money.
"Why?"
He looked surprised.
"What do you mean, why?"
"Why should I?"
He glanced toward Amber.
She was staring at me.
"Because we're here," he said.
I waited.
He didn't say anything else.
I looked at the representative.
"Please give us a moment."
She nodded.
I picked up my passport.
Then I walked toward a row of chairs near the windows.
Bradley followed me.
Amber came behind him.
"Mom, we need to talk."
I sat down.
"Then talk."
Bradley lowered his voice.
"Why would you do something like this without telling us?"
I looked at him.
"Why did you let Amber tell everyone at the airport that I hadn't paid for anything?"
He rubbed his forehead again.
"She was upset."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"Mom, you know how she gets."
I looked at him for a long moment.
I had heard that sentence so many times that it almost sounded like part of our family vocabulary.
You know how she gets.
It was supposed to explain everything.
It was supposed to make every hurtful remark disappear.
I had finally become tired of accepting it.
"Bradley, I know exactly how she gets. What I don't understand is why you keep expecting me to accept it."
He looked toward the floor.
Amber sat down in the chair beside him.
"You're making this about money."
I turned toward her.
"You made it about money first."
She gave a short laugh.
"We never asked you to pay for everything."
I stared at her.
I couldn't believe she had said that.
"You asked for first class."
"Because you offered to pay for the trip."
"You requested the extra comfort."
"Bradley and I were trying to enjoy ourselves."
"I paid for the tickets, Amber."
She looked away.
"I know that."
"I paid for the resort."
"I know."
"I arranged the transportation."
She didn't answer.
"And this morning, I paid for your third suitcase and the lounge where you and Bradley sat together while I ate alone."
Amber shifted in her chair.
Bradley finally looked at me.
"Mom, we appreciate everything."
I shook my head.
"No, sweetheart. You appreciate what I provide. That's not the same thing."
His expression changed.
I could see that the words had reached him.
But he still didn't apologize.
Instead, he asked whether I could help them get the reservation back.
I looked at the large windows.
Outside, people were moving through the terminal.
Families were collecting their luggage.
Drivers were waiting with signs.
Everyone seemed to know where they were going.
I had come to Cabo believing I was going to spend a week with my son.
Now I was sitting in an airport discussing whether I should continue financing people who had just humiliated me.
I felt foolish.
Not because I had spent the money.
Because I had expected the money to buy something that should never have needed purchasing.
Respect.
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