I arrived on the last day, excited to join the celebration, only to find Grandpa sitting alone in the lobby with his suitcase. His voice trembled as he explained, *”They said they had ‘unexpected expenses’ and left early.”* My blood boiled. They had used him for Instagram clout, then abandoned him to avoid footing the bill. Grandpa, ever the humble man, whispered, *”I’ll find a way to pay…”* That’s when I snapped.

I sent a fiery group text to every relative who had enjoyed the trip: *”Pay your share within the hour, or I expose the truth to everyone—including Grandma.”* At first, there was silence. Then, the Venmo notifications started rolling in. Within minutes, the bill was covered. Ashley had the audacity to call me *”petty,”* but I didn’t care. Grandpa’s relief was worth it.

That night, I took Grandpa out for a private beachside dinner—just the two of us. As he laughed over fresh lobster, he squeezed my hand and said, *”You’ve got your grandma’s fire in you.”* It was the happiest I’d seen him all week. Meanwhile, the rest of the family was scrambling to justify their actions in our now-exploding group chat.

Moral of the story? Never underestimate the quiet grandson. And if you betray Grandpa, you’d better be ready to pay—one way or another.