My hand violently trembled as I opened my banking app, tears burning down my cheeks while I sat alone in my car.

The screen asked if I was sure.

Yes.

A confirmation message popped up. The total reversal amount appeared like a sudden exhale.

Next: the hotel room block. The ballroom itself. The upgraded suite my parents had booked for themselves because the suite had a private balcony and my mother wanted pictures “with the skyline behind us.”

Revoke.