“Of course.”
“And half a tuna sandwich?”
“Exactly.”
Her expression softened.
“And I’m still leaving my two-dollar tip.”
I smiled.
“I wouldn’t expect anything else.”
The legal proceedings continued for months.
Investigators eventually connected Kyle’s activities to a wider payment-card fraud operation involving an accomplice.
Kyle accepted a plea agreement and received a prison sentence.
Madison cooperated with investigators and received probation and community-service requirements.
I attended the sentencing.
When given the opportunity to speak, I told the court about my mother.
I described her thirty-eight years of serving meals to people who couldn’t always afford them.
I explained why I’d named the restaurant after her.
Then I said something I had been thinking about for months.
“These weren’t just account numbers. They belonged to people. Grandparents. Parents. Neighbors. People who trusted us.”
I didn’t ask for revenge.
I wanted everyone involved to understand that the damage extended far beyond money.
