She opened her laptop, logged into the booking portal, and found the reservation confirmation.
The page loaded with glossy photos of exactly the kind of place Megan loved to present as if it were normal for her: timber beams, stone fireplaces, panoramic windows, fur throws draped just so, a dining room large enough to seat twelve under candlelight.
Evelyn read the cancellation terms.
Strict, but not impossible.
She was the primary account holder, the sole payer, and the named leaseholder.
No one else could legally check in under her profile without authorization.
A text box appeared asking for the reason.
She wrote plainly, with the precision of a woman who had spent forty years balancing household books, medical forms, school permissions, and tax files.
The arriving party is attempting to access the property under my name without my presence or authorization.
I revoke all access immediately.
Please cancel the reservation and all related services.
